I fell in love with a ghost.
I think I did anyway.
It happened in an instant, as soon as she planted invisible kisses
upon my lips and brushed the hair away from my forehead.
now I’m left running my fingers along limbs of H20 that connect to a
torso of imaginary lust.
But did I?
Imagine it all? You, me, entangled physically?
…and disappearing all at once.
The space that divides has begun to eat up my insides.
Leaving me to wonder,
why should I pine for that which never was mine.