Who am I&;#063;

Who am I?
You sketched me from the facts I chose to tell you
Pencilled in from brief outlines whispered
I await the colours of your imagination

You knew me, or so I led you to believe
Speaking with another's voice
I lay traps and watched you fall
Little did you know...?

I was never really there
Above the rim of your happy hour beer glass
If in doubt dear heart
Just try and remember the colour of my eyes