All I Have

Oh sweet image, how I longed to see you, longed to live you but alas it was not mine to have. I still mourn because it will only remain what is: a dream, a foolish figment of what I can imagine. My heart is full because you smile everyday though it is caused by another and one I will not share. I find solace in your happiness; though a better you I will not find. I mourn for you, my muse, my spirit walking outside of me. What little inspiration I’ve had without you. – V. (4.13.15)