When I look into his eyes,
I stare blankly into space.
My blood inside would race
If I look into the invisible face.
I wrap my hand around his wrist,
Though I know he does not exist.
I caress his face
And feel thin air.
I touch his hair,
Nothing is there.
I love someone
Who is no one.
Is this and endless chase?
Am I out of place?
Or what I feel is but a craze?
His world is fiction
And not my dimension.
But I can wreak that division
Just to fulfill this unexplainable emotion.
