My Abstract Love

Love is abstract, unknowable, but loneliness is not.

I stare lovingly into her beautiful, abstract eyes,

Colors shifting every time I look like a spinning color wheel,

Caressing her blonde, no brown, no hair the color of teal?

I cannot see anything, no matter how many times I try…

I try to kiss her, but when I do she disappears away,

Just out of reach that I search all day,

And then I slumber and she comes back in my dreams,

Abstract like the universe with all its rifts and seams.

She is my universe, and yet I know nothing about her,

I cannot understand my land, my world, my abode,

Because she doesn’t exist in my mind, and me this goads,

It annoys me that I cannot find the person that allures.

It kills me that I know no love, that I have no matching turtle dove,

That there is no one to give me a shove, a push to the land of love,

And instead I am living in doubt of if she even exists,

And that perhaps when the Creator created soulmates, I was missed.

And in this state I lay all day everyday, with very little to say,

Dreaming of my love, never kissing her because she moves away,

Because she has no definite mass in my hand to see,

And I can only hope and dream that that changes eventually.