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.