I am in love with a man who is not there,
who exists almost entirely in my mind.
He comes to me in between the moments of his real life,
the life I am not a part of,
and at those times, he is real.
He holds me tight & whispers sweet things into my hair & I believe this fantasy is reality.
But then he goes
quietly back to that real life,
leaving me hidden in his imagination,
and I have only memories of our time.
I cannot curl up beside him & feel his steady warmth,
cannot breathe in his familiar smell.
I build our lives on dreams & wishes,
fairytales I spin out of whole cloth.
None of it is real,
except for the part where he has stolen my heart completely.