divided

As I converse with myself
and imagine you are listening

I see I am no where
where I long to be

The separation between us 

an insurmountable cavernous gorge

Envisioning each other
only in our dreams

The longing for a glimpse of the real
the taste of your breath
the smell of liquid oxygen
as you breathe the life back into my soul

Your essence pours over me 

Drowned by a lie
never to recover

The tips of our fingers touch

but our hands can not fully grasp
or hold on to each other

There is no clinging
no tenderness left

only a sensation of longing for a connection

Our refelctive image

holds a deeper meaning

a higher ideal 

all that which exceeds our desire and expectations

But this too is only delusion

This knowing either keeps us humble
and wandering

or frustrated beyond measure

There is only letting go...