I Write About You
I Write About You
I write about you,
but
though,
I haven’t
met you,
may not meet you…
ever,
yet.
I write about you as if you traced your presence
in my sleep
then left me
to
understand
a void
that was suddenly there
but never was
before…
you
us,
this soul,
this heart
that weighs more now
than it should,
than it did yesterday.