As I rise from this half empty bed the memory of you lingers on my heart as my eyes adjust to this transfer of worlds. My legs have no will to stand up on themselves. Reclining back I wish again for the world I awoke from. Phantom sensations spread through my hair and down my neck; my hand reaches out for the warmth it once knew but now only finds solemn chill. These pools of blue find only darkness enticing them back again to deep slumber.
I try to speak out but find hollow words filled with no breath. I look to write but every word fails just as pen reaches paper. This love has blossomed in a desert: containing nothing worth sharing. There is no forward direction to go. I am utterly alone with a profound longing for her, who can never see this place. This cruel mistress of the heart has cursed me to wander ever close, hiding in her shadows; never a path to come out into the light.
Her eyes search for something that is not there. She smiles at the globes of light encircling her, illuminating her splendor. Their soft rays being dwarfed by the beauty that enfolds her. Her hands make contact with solid instruments of the heart providing a resplendent aura that further casts out shadows of her soul. Deep within a longing grows for a hidden feeling within; something foreign and untouchable, deep and subconscious—an unknown taste on the back of the tongue.
I move with every move she makes. I rise with every jubilant exaltation and fall with each dispirited moment she encounters. I am closer to her than anyone can ever know but cursed to be farther than anyone will ever know. If only there was a way for shadow to mix with light. The smile in her eyes when all the lights around her dim and she is alone in the shadows entreats my soul. A slow drift off into the only world we can come together in.
With eyes afresh and open I examine my own irradiated state. Destined to always be a faded reflection of that which I can never know. These ill-starred eyes enraged by the fact that our worlds cannot collide. This heart must be torn and tossed to the side, left to be forever forgotten. Even wholly hollowed out their exists a yearning for your eyes in mine. Forever haunted by the three words we can never share.