Haunting

This idea of you,

That idea of me

rose like firewalls piercing

the sky and we become

pelagic phantoms of each other,

presence neither confirmed nor denied.

Surely I'll catch you someday,

Only then can I truly let you go.

You were there

I am here.

Feelings set against differing timelines.

I may have missed you out then,

But that was when I have you the most.

And we become each other's pelagic phantoms--

presence neither confirmed nor denied.

Legends of us were written

in stars, in dust

But were never told

and never will be.