The girl who never was

The girl who never was,
Walked the hallways and the streets,
She was never there,
No one remembers her,
For they cannot remember what was never there.

I remember, so clearly,
Her face, Her smell, Her soft touch,
The way she talked to me,
Made me feel like a real person,
Made me feel happy,
But she was never here.

Is it stupid to cry over what never was?
When I sit and softly sob at night,
when I think to myself "Why... Why is she gone?"
When I look to the sky and curse the heavens,
Is it stupid to cry over her?

She was so important to me,
She was never here,
Only came around when I needed her,
she doesn't know it, but she saved me more than once,
I never told her how I felt,
How important her non-existence was to me,
I wish she knew that I dream about her,
I wish she knew that she may never have been,
but she was, to me.