His lips do not move,
yet he had already said too much without speaking a word.
He looks through me, at me
yet, he sees nothing;
He will not
for he forces all thought away till only a bare emptiness remains.
Where does he go?
I feel nothing in his presence, yet he is watching me.
He toys with me;
He wanted me when it pleased him, but his wishes were not mine.
He is not a part of me, yet he possesses so much of me.
He walks through me, yet he feels nothing.
His emotions stripped bare, he is nothing.
A naked figment of mind.
All that remains is my own desire for him.
What is it that I feel?
For how can I love that which does not exist?
An illusionary figure that has no place in my life,
Nor ever did.