Everything passes. It has to. That's the beauty and tragedy of it.
I know you are not here yet.
You are just an illusion, my dear.
A mirage on the thirsty sands of my heart.
Like a dream that disappears with the morning mist.
I have not felt your presence yet,
You are but a figment of my imagination.
A memory of a favorite but long forgotten song,
Flickering in my mind, just out of reach.
I look for you with famished eyes,
Praying for a glimmer of hope, a sign, any sign.
This cycle of hope and despair is too much to bear,
And I can no longer pretend not to care.
I have been a believer and an atheist alike.
I have reasoned with, groveled, and threatened God.
I have cursed my fate and yet trudged on ahead,
My faith renewed, until the next time.
I know not if there is a light at the end of this tunnel
For, today you are a mystery in the twilight
But you will be here with me one day, by my side.
Real, tangible, all smiles and warmth and beauty.