She is gone

You've seen it on tv.
In the cartoon.
She was that fish, that mouse, that character
That zips through the antagonist's teeth.

A pretty mouthfull if I ever saw one.
And now she is gone.
The imaginary pepe lapew pursuit has ended.
And it is what it was.
Imaginary. All the feelings.
Just imagine the imagery she gave out,
Projecting her own private string theory
In on of the alternate worlds shw floated through,

Maybe she was that girl,
The soft collection,
The juicy sex owner,
Maybe she was.
I'll never really know,

I wonder about it though,
Did she ever love me?
Did we fall apart under the weight
Of respective projected self imagery?

Sad to see you go pretty girl,
Beautiful woman.
Glad to see you though.
Glad to watch you go.

Maybe someday you'll like my mangoes.

Maybe it was all a matter of big hard banana.

I will never know.