Dearest baby,
I dream of you. 
I dream of how you will look
your scent
your eyes.

I yearn for you. 
To feel you in my arms
would be the greatest moment
of my existence. 

But, dear baby, 
you haunt me. 
Like a ghost I have never met,
you wander the hallways of my thoughts
lurking around the next corner
watching me so that you can disappear just before we meet.

Oh, my baby. 

I want you so badly,
and I am so afraid
that you are never meant to be. 

I am afraid that I am a desert,
a wasteland where life never flourishes,
where flora and fauna alike 
are dry, cracked, and dessicated–
longing for the drink that I cannot provide. 

I do not know you yet, dearest baby,
and I fear I never will
but until my clock chimes midnight
I will long, yearn, and weep,
for there is no one on this earth or in the cosmos
That I want more.