Phantom Love

He isn't real,

Yet, oh, he is!

That voice that fills

My heart with bliss.

He isn't mine,

Yet, if he were,

My catty snarl

Would be a purr.

He isn't real,

That faceless voice.

The wall exists.

I have no choice.

Still, somehow as

I sleep to wake,

He makes worthwhile

Each breath I take.

A message to

A drowning soul,

Are words he speaks,

That make me whole.

I smile or cry,

I laugh or sigh,

With him in mind

Until I die.

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Ahhh, very interesting.
I'm sure there is a story with this one.