as I stare at the ceiling
and it stares back at me
my mind booming with thoughts
after a while it clusters and clears
into one subject

you
your baby blue eyes         your personality
your smirk          your cheesy grin
your jawline           your hair
your arms         your voice
your laugh              your hands
your height       your accent

the list will go on
but it honestly hurts me
that i haven't physically met you
and you can be a figure of imagination
a lie or a story once told
and you have no idea
i even exist
(c.r)