Delusion

Am I not the longing that fills your nights The cigarette smoke that floats in the air? The half drunk glass of whisky laced with regret Am I not in the invisible lines traced on the counter By your fingertips Is it not my name that escapes your lips?Or in the music notes that drift in the background The memories that play hide and seekIn the deepest corners of your mind Or the lone droplets on your rain spattered windows Was it ever about me? Was any of it?Or maybe I'm simply being delusional...