it was hazy
but i felt his touch
like trickling water down my skin
he looked at me like i was someone shiny
the faint flicker of reality
the drifting of fantasy
awake and alone

i hate the dreams of him
they remind me of
his eyes
his hair
his hands

yet they are not mine
his eyes
his hair
his hands

i wake up hollow
desiring someone i've never had
and the emptiness is tangible
it leaves me missing someone i've never had