Fact, Fiction

I hear your footsteps
or maybe I am dreaming
or still hoping

The life we had
I can see it slipping away
I can see it
in the silence of a helpless father
in the coldness of a broken mother

I lie on your bed sometimes
to take in your smell
or what is left of it
to help me sleep

Fact is real
but fact is cruel
Fact is you are gone
So I am in love with fiction

It's the only way I know
to live without you
To write you into my life
till I run out of words