Do you
know how you can miss someone even though you've never met them?
You just
feel this longing, this emptiness, the void left by wanting something you can't
quite put your finger on.
Sometimes
you catch yourself taking a second look at a stranger in the street, thinking
you'd seen someone you knew, only you can't quite figure out whose the familiar
face was.
Sometimes
it's a song, a smell, even the change in the wind, that triggers a distant
memory, only deep down you know it's a memory yet waiting to be made.
Sometimes
it's the lingering taste of a kiss, the firm yet gentle grip of another's
fingers in yours, the teasing of a breath behind your ear and you're left
wondering, grasping at ghost like memories you know only exist somewhere in the
greys between what's been and what might.
You reach
out with the trembling fingers of a want that comforts and mocks you all at
once, it envelopes you in that sweet, safe, tingly bubble of a love not yet
felt and the harrowing emptiness of a love not yet found.
You
reach out with your mind and try to hold with all the tenderness bourne of
expectancy, a face whose very substance and identity lie in every thought,
every smell, every dream, every song, a face moulded and shaped by the wind
which kisses yours...
