Do You Love Me?

Some of us imagine

and some of us know.

Some of us don't want to, and some of us are

so jaded by what they've seen.

But how do you know

which one you are?

When time stands still without a bottle of wine as if I don't exist.

For a fleeting moment

lucidity makes sense

but then the pain kicks in again.

I can't face my brain,

but I know how to love.