Night after night
I picture the face
In every daydream
The cashmere notes of the voice.
Every visit to the mailbox brings
Every ping of the phone a cruel joke.
I see you in the books I read
The films I watch
The news of the day
The eyes of the neighbors dog.
Today I struggled with my studies
And unbidden, I imagined you
I heard a song and wondered what
Those deep notes would sound like.
My mind has been infected by thoughts of you,
A virus of the heart perpetually keeping the image in my mind.
How strange it is for we have never met!
And so I dream still of my mirage.