My unmanifested lover,
I think about you all the time.
You choose the radio station
in the car,
always finding me love songs.
You are always with me
at the movies,
holding my hand.
I try to make the wait seem shorter
by enjoying you before you get here.
I try to hasten you
by pretending you are
here already.
I taste your kisses
every time I put on lip gloss.
I hear your voice sometimes
reassuring me
when I am nervous.
I am having a wonderful relationship.
All that’s missing is you.
Lover, come to me soon.
I long to be held in real arms.
I long to be kissed by real lips.