Reel

Gazing above me into white,

I lay in the comfort of my solitude

when you appear

in a scene

projecting from my own psyche.

I watch younger faces of you and me

enjoying each others'

time.

Smiling

at the familiar tale of two

with a bond undefined.

My picture fades

back to white.

Saltwater

falls,

moist cheeks.

Your absence I've grown used to

but not immune.

Fading in and out

I barely notice

when you enter

and when you

exit.

I am content with my daily life,

so how come I still yearn for your heart?

Does it still beat for me?

Why do I continue to feel

empty?

I thought I had long filled that space.