nameless.

oh dearest.
what do I have of you but a direction?
One darkened half block that could lead to anywhere
at a time I can't remember closely enough to replicate.
where did you walk after your shadow?
I could only watch you blend with the less important dark.
To your patient lover?
To your empty bed?
I wonder if the street light lulls your imagination.
from outside your window its copper glow could let you sleep.
Can you even exist outside of our visitors building?
Like a ghost in the graveyard of my mind
I assume you appear only because I wish for you.
That you can't trespass the gates of your solitary confine.
since you don't speak
and you have no name.
how lovely and sad that you can only be what I make of you.