Written by Jacob Ibrag
I keep waking up, disappointed. You aren’t
there by my side. Sometimes, I wish I didn’t
wake up. It’s only in my mind that you reside.
Perfection personified. Our conversations linger
over a fire sheltering s’mores. There’s nowhere else
I’d rather be. I’ve had love in the past, but it doesn’t
compare. Recoded my existence. Please be there when
I expose my eyes to the ghost stars in the morning sky.
You can be the big spoon this time. You’d nod yes,
smiling. ‘I promise.’ Lies. You’re never there.
Fell in love with a concept.
Art by Melania Brescia