If

I could stand here and tell you I still love you
I could call you and tell you I miss you so
I could lie here and imagine myself next to you
I could find you and feel as though it's the you I know

If only I could tell you, if only I could say
These things, I know I'm dying,
I'm trying to say

A parallel moment of confusion, with Real. Remember, him. Remember, Ottawa.p

Real

I'm lying here in the floor
Knowing not what to feel
I once felt I knew you
When I thought you were real

Now I can't be sure if
You are who you say
Or if maybe you're even trutful
Or if this is just how you're telling it today

A short I had written about my most famous guy to write about. I was in Ottawa at the time.