Mirage

I know you are not here yet.

You are just an illusion, my dear.

A mirage on the thirsty sands of my heart.

Like a dream that disappears with the morning mist.

I have not felt your presence yet,

You are but a figment of my imagination.

A memory of a favourite but long forgotten song,

Flickering in my mind, just out of reach.

I look for you with famished eyes,

Praying for a glimmer of hope, a sign, any sign.

This cycle of hope and despair is too much to bear,

And I can no longer pretend not to care.

I have been a believer and an atheist alike.

I have reasoned with, groveled, and threatened God.

I have cursed my fate and yet trudged on ahead,

My faith renewed, until the next time.

I know not if there is a light at the end of this tunnel

For, today you are a mystery in the twilight

But you will be here with me one day, by my side.

Real, tangible, all smiles and warmth and beauty.