He is nameless, nonexistent, and yet seemingly present in my spirit. Can I declare all that you are on this page dearest? Without seeing, without hearing without feeling our hearts align, I know you are the have the sweetest scent, a knowing smile and hands that play melodies only meant for my ears. Maybe we’ll meet on a bus filled with leather seats and a graffiti ceiling, behind the tinted café windows I join, or during the rain pour as you ask to share my umbrella. I’ll be waiting for you. Are you lingering by the street crossing, waiting for the green light to pulsate within me to approach you with the courage I could muster if only I realized it was you? Find me so we can embrace this waltz, hand in hand, melodies I can hear that make my heart feint now. I can almost hear you whisper my name…
As I lean further towards the tainted windows I hide behind, I watch you walk across the crossing. It’s not you but I’m bias, my emotions tainted by the person you are and as a result deep within me I wish it were you. A tear streams down my powdered face and I run outside, I run to a nameless nonexistent and yet seemingly present place in my mind and for a moment, it is you.
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