Confessions of a Lost Scribe

How do you mourn a secret?

How do you get over something that never was?

We were never meant to be,

yet we found a way—

Two lonely souls, complete as one.

I, with my life secure and mundane.

And you, continents away.

We found a connection so strong,

yet never met in physical touch.

In a short time, our feelings grew—

uncertain where it might lead,

uncertain if it was true.

You could not trust your feelings.

You could not let me in.

Now I look for your letters,

any sign from you.

But, alas… you are gone.

Never to return.

I sit at my desk, checking my phone,

thinking of what might have been—

feeling alone.

Unable to speak of my friend,

the one I adored. Now just a distant memory,

a ghost only I knew.

A ghost only I knew.