Ghost of You

I curl up with my thoughts of you,

And your voice on the other end of the phone.
Merging the two together to form
Some temporary version of you-
Fictitiously at my side yet
Synonymously real and 322 miles away.
The pieces come together,
Placating my heart, body, and emotions
Until I see you again.
What I wouldn’t give to just be with you-
Living,
Breathing,
Laughing,
Talking,
Fighting,
Making up.
To sleep and wake to your scent-
Your touch.
Exist like that always.
But, for now,
Your ghost is enough to get me by-
Happily haunting everything I am,
Until fiction becomes reality once again.