I miss someone that I have never met;
You are a constant ache, a persistent void that cannot be filled.
Sometimes I dream about you–
But when I wake I cannot remember your face.
Just the feeling of almost touching something intangible.
I have tried to imagine you a million different ways; your skin illuminated by the starlight…glowing, phosphorescent. But nothing that I conceive ever feels complete.
Maybe you are an angel, too terrible and beautiful for me to look upon.
You are a being of fools gold and smoke;
mirrors reflections, refractions, and ultraviolet light.
I can feel the whispers of your presence, but I cannot get near you.
You are a ghost that has yet to die. You are the tingles along my spine.
You are everything, and you are nothing.