I'll Be Whole

A lost man who is in love with someone that doesn't exist

I never loved a woman the way I love her:

Invisible eyes, fingers gentle, unmoving

A ghostly sunbeam, warm to my eyes

Absolute perfection in every way I cannot see her

I dream of her, a metamorphosis of my changing ways

Hair, raven black in the dark of night

A golden halo in the dawn of day

She’ll be familiar to me when I meet her:

Her laughter waking me from my endless slumber

Her smile, shaped to unlatch the lock on my chest

Her walk, a dance I alone can behold

Eternal are the days I wander, mortal are the steps I take

Lovers upon lovers, droplets to a storm

The flood of ambrosia I drink in my dreams

Parched in the mornings

I wait

Dusk to dawn, winter nights through summer days

I’ll know you when we meet

And I’ll be whole

Author's Note

I imagined the narrator as someone who is looking for perfection and unable to find it, convinced she's out there in the world. As if she is the key to fixing himself.