Not the first thing to come to mind
Hidden in the back of your head,
A fragment of once passed,
I am almost forgotten.

Not that I ever knew much about
The touch of your breath or how it felt.
Stripped from presence, I only knew,
From a far what I felt and saw.

Day after day, every next day's the same.
You with your own, and me on my way.
Rarely, and not lately, our paths intersect.
And you, don't have a clue, that you live in my head.

Just so you know -
I don't mean to persuade, ******, flatter,
Or somehow try to appear to you and start to matter.
My image for you is of something greater.
It's an unfeedable hunger,
An irresistible need, a longing,
And nothing other.

It's just that the thoughts of you
Bring calmness and create
Bits of tranquility in my mind,
Where I find solace, help and companionship in thought.

And on those rare moments where I glimpse in your life
I spend my day with a grin,
Because I get to taste yours,
A second life, other than mine,

Sometimes, I am even jealous for how distant we are.
But that's how you grew on me, and that's all we are.
You grew roots on my loneliness from very very far.
You grew together with my experience, me growing up.
You hold ground only in the world, that borders nothing but my skull.
It's really nothing much, don't mind it all, at all.
I don't think I'd ever get involved in your real life after all.
You're just a highly improbable wish, I'm not quite sure I wish.
You're a daydream, you're a thought,
A flyby memory, a comfort imaginary.
My muse, my fairytale,
In my perfect deck, you're in the back of every card.
The face on my cereal box.
Your image pumps together with my heart.