Imaginary Lover

I love her in the quiet spaces between dreams and waking—

a name my heart remembers, though my hands have never held her.

She does not exist, not in the way the world demands proof.

But in my mind, she laughs like rain on rooftops,

her voice softer than any truth I’ve ever known.

 

I’ve memorized the curve of a smile I’ve never seen,

felt warmth in places she’s never stood.

And still, I love her—

with a heart full of hope for someone

who lives only in the shadows of my longing.

 

Not all love needs a body.

Some love is a ghost that stays,

gentle and impossible,

yet somehow more real than anything I’ve ever touched.

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=09839DpTctU

 

Eagles - Hotel California (Live 1977)

 

 

 

Done