I miss you, and you’re not even real.
I miss your eyes, which soften at my glance.
I miss your sinister smile,
the fine lines that appear when
you tug the edges of your lips into a grin
that’s reserved only for me.

I miss your warm embrace,
your soft kiss,
and your **** witty remarks,
which are placed perfectly every time.

I love you, and you’re not even real.
I love you, and you’re not even mine.
I know you, and I want you to know me too,
but you can’t; because you’re words on a page.

You’re a figment of some else’s imagination
that’s planted in my brain and refused to let go.

But feel free to stay for as long as you like.
And if one day you magically become real,
I’ll be waiting right here,
ready for whatever life brings us,
Together.