His hair
bronze in the
early sunlight
and features distant through the
cobwebs of my smoke.
I whisper his
name in my mind
or perhaps what his name
may be.
I could be
callous
demanding he attend me.
I dare not
taint what we do not
share
with
trivial things - desire.
I know
him - the
whole of him
the vastness that he occupies
neither the
shape nor
specifics concern me
there is
freedom in my
fantasy.
The sun continues rising
and he goes on, beyond me
and us
and everything that could have been.