They will remember a shadow when you are gone. A shade of dust and light. Colored by their imagination, they will picture you as they wish. As they need to. I shatter a dream to realize reality, the reality that dreams do not exist. Reality sits like half empty cups of vodka. Forgotten for a moment, in the moment it takes to contemplate loss. Do we watch hope walk out the door only to sigh at the realization she was never ours. Simply another man’s mistress. How sweet the song is when sung through whiskey breath. I sing it now as I close my eyes to slowly die. A whisper in the night.