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.