In those brief absences
Of my lips knowing another,
My mind dances around the memory of you.
When looking back, my mind recreates you.
You are stronger, taller, innately sensitive,
With eyes that can transcend the physical.
You are quintessential
Enough to make reality; unfulfilling.
But in truth,
You were just a whisper
Of something greater still to come.
Yet, in those absences
When the closest thing to my desires
Is in your inadequate memory,
I curse my fickle heart
For the sweet deceits it spews
And for enjoying the memory & image of you.