A phantom I’ve never met
Sprawled across a bed, arm beneath your head
Casual specter on a sandman’s set
We talked of nothing as I touched your side
Your beauty- I don’t remember:
Light curly hair, some colored eyes-
Yet, gone’s my desert December
I thought as I sat there, “I’ll marry you,
or at least I probably will.
This is different. This is true.”
The feelings linger still.
You suggested we invite my mom
How pointless: planning in a dream.
Yet I remember and I bless you
Ghost as you may seem
Here’s to you my nondescript beauty,
Revelation that deep down
I’m not all lost in cynicism.
I still believe in something found