You exist in the loose space between my eyelids
Appearing in dreams more often than sometimes
A transient bond no longer present
The distance between oceans seemed to fold over themselves
At least, until you were gone
Now the space from me to you feels like a universe
Almost as if you are  nonexisting
Nothing more than a figment of imagination
A transparent being within a fever dream
But the world goes on, doesn’t it?
Your voice is merely particles of waves
A silence symphony
An elegy like something has died