I lay in my bed

And stare blankly

At the television,

Unseeing,

Not hearing,

For my mind is full

Of you.

You consume me

And I don't know

Who you are.

You are

A daytime puzzle,

A phantom

In my night,

A name I silently cry

In my dreams

Only to forget

Upon waking.

Are you

An amalgam of men

I've known in life?

Or someone unique

I'm yet to meet?

For now

You are

The touch of my hand

And the whisper

Of my voice,

But someday,

O! someday,

It will be your hand

And your voice

I know

In the night.