Cracked Glass

Always looking for you in all the wrong places.
Heart breaking each and every time.
I realize of you there are no tracings,
no sightings. I often wonder are you even real?
Have I gone mad?
You exist forever in my mind, and in a strange way
I have built a space for you, locked deeply
within the heart. Its windows shut closed.
Its rooms and corridors empty, full of must, for you are not there.
Never will be and never have.
I realize now the tragic nature of the fact that
you were never made, I dreamed you, like a ghost,
an apparition. You haunt my thoughts day and night.
Stop taunting me, for no one can ever compare. Tell me then
how does one measure air against glass?
I’ll be my own savior, if only with a cracked heart.