My bad, psychic poeM....

You laughed
when I spoke of my desire
to be immortal.
Your logical mind thought —
How could someone
so full of shit like me
ever be immortal?
But my stubborn soul leaves no room
for less of an aspiration.

I spoke of my desire
a lifetime ago.
You did not believe me.
And since then,
we have shared no more thoughts
or words or actions.
But I still plague your mind.
You still look for me in every corner.

Do you believe me now?