Missing Him

We are like a hologram, You and I...
?fighting furiously to become solid
?while infinity sits on its heels?
waiting for the right moment?
I call your name and the echoes trace your form
?I was coming to find you and you have found me here?
This morning I felt you touch me so strongly
?I turned to kiss you,
tasting,? your body responds to me as if I were real
?We are becoming masters at forming flesh out of thin air
?creating energy?
Vic’s boats turn over from the storm,
A wreck for my tears
An excuse to find my real reason
For sadness and a ghostly presence
Touches my naked piece
It’s the reminiscence of you.
The only true speech
?I declare
is an absence by my side.