Missing You, Missing You

A Poem

Photo by Mohammad Gh on Unsplash

when i think of you,
i see someone
in shades of gray —

but i never knew you
(not really) —
though i craved every glimpse

i saw through a tattered mirror.

and some may say
it’s something like
addiction to think of you

(like this, like this, like this) —

but i follow your lines
and wonder, just wonder,
what you are behind the mask.

and it’s silly, isn’t it,
to think you’re someone special
in the blink of a moment —

and it’s silly, isn’t it,
to hope you’re someone who
can save me from myself

(when i could never save myself).

but you’re a marvel,
and i like every bit of sense
i hear from your parted lips —

(even though you’re not mine, you’re not mine) —

and i’m standing on a precipice,
wondering what to do,
even as a part of me aches.