I will write a million songs for you

singing gently in my heart.

I will never part my lips to

lyrics of the music soft in my sleep.

You’re my favorite lullaby

a soundtrack for my dreams

a ghost of a time that will never come to pass.

I see an island of unspoken promises passed between us

The scent of the salt hanging in the wind

I am cursed to never hold a hand as fleeting as the waves

only blessed to grasp the strings of fate that caused us to cross paths

An ill-fated “Hello” and a barrage of texts that will never grace the contents of a book.

How I came to love each word you laughed in exchange for the wanting in your voice

Like the event of an eclipse, I will never behold your image with my own eyes

Just through pixels on a screen.