You

It is quite simple really

You’re warm like woolen tapestry

Each strand of your hair

Weaving in and out to a rhythm

That only the ocean knows

The sighing breath in your chest

Drifting from your mouth-

The curve, the quick wit upon it.

One day, perhaps it will be

That we will breathe the same air.

One day, perhaps it will be

That we will watch the same sunset.

For now, it is a fleeting dream-

One from which I loathe to awake!

No longer a specter in my mind,

and longer a phantom behind a veil.

You haunt me like spell cast,

One I do not ever wish to be broken.