When you look at her,
You don't really see her.
When you talk to her,
You are crazy.
When you listen to her words,
You hear the wind passing by.
When you walk with her,
You amble on alone.
When you hold her hand,
You touch nothing.
When you make love to her,
You love solitarily.
When you kiss her,
Your lips touch air.
When you breather her in
You fill your lungs with crisp, fresh air,
For you cannot breath in what isn't there,
Nor can your lips touch the invisible.
Making love takes two minds and souls.
Hands are only for materialized beings.
You cannot stroll with someone who doesn't exist,
Or talk to the air.
How can you see her,
With simple eyes
When she is so broken?
She was never there...