wishful thinking has me seeing him
in the corners, the creases of eyes
the turn of smiles
swear it was
until I look close &
features transform before me
become unfamiliar.
a sad mystery is love:
euphoric & confused & With
or
distraught, sure, Without.
waiting so long for my beau
my Handsome
so known & unknown to me;
I've memorized & imagined his warmth
...to have his stranger's body
so close to mine...

I'm counting down the days
that separate me
from the night
I can't turn back from.