Delusion

Am I not the longing that fills your nights 

The cigarette smoke that floats in the air? 

The half drunk glass of whisky laced with regret 

Am I not in the invisible lines traced on the counter 

By your fingertips 

Is it not my name that escapes your lips?

Or in the music notes that drift in the background 

The memories that play hide and seek

In the deepest corners of your mind 

Or the lone droplets on your rain spattered windows 

Was it ever about me? Was any of it?

Or maybe I'm simply being delusional...