How can I set here and reminisce on something I thought I missed that never really happened.
That’s just a phase of my imagination.
That’s an infatuation,
my unreasoning passion that I feel called love.

Above all that shot it down.
A profound meaning of reasoning for this thing that I miss.
That only existed in my mind.
That I couldn't even find.
My inclined mental tendency,
to reminisce on something that didn't exist in reality yet.