I need to write about you.
You who exists solely to leave me.
You who I know nothing of,
who’s name I never matched you to.
Inexistent once the morning comes,
once the liquid courage leaves you,
and my heart again screams…
A single cotton thin thread of hope,
a glimmer of you.
Then i’ll fall asleep again,
to silently recreate your soul.
- Melissa Vowell