Even in dreams, I never saw your face
I read once that we only dream of faces we know
I have yet to truly know yours.

They all remind me of you, y'know?
Well, not all of them, but most.
In some way, I feel you exist in all women.
Lucky them.

It's hard to move on
Knowing you exist
Out there
Not here.

I long to feel your sun,
A luminescent face.
The glow,
The knowing,
or not.

Reveal your true name once more, please.