Phantoms

This persistent image of her still resonates before my eyes. I can still taste her lips after I wake, still feel her cheek next to mine. Echoes of her smile remind me of previous nights. So close, so real to touch her. The sinews of dried tears hide the frustration I harbor. In this rain, I stood with my eyes closed waiting for you to come in this waking life. In sorrow, the water which fell on my face became my cries of true wanting. The clouds parted as the light shone once more on this farce of a relationship.Yet, deep somewhere inside the confines of my mind holds a glimmer of hope. I know you may not exist or have died, but I take the illusion. You remain my phantom, waiting for me to join you.