I’d miss you, but to miss you would be to miss a phantom.

I’d miss you, but to miss you would be to miss a phantom.

I’d miss you,

but to miss you

would be to miss a phantom.

I’d reach for you,

but I can’t touch you.

You can’t hold me.

You’re not real.

Reviews

[Jack...]

Sometimes it feels exactly like this...a short sweet poem. Nice...

[Diana]

Yes, thanks.