I have one wish.
For as long as I can remember I’ve had the same wish.
The same desperate incantation whispered in the early hours of the night.
I want to live.
I want to laugh in the early hours of the morning. I want to run through fields of green grass growing tall and abundant.
I want to explore the deepest oceans of your eyes and walk the miles between your freckles.
I want to learn the names of all the stars in the sky and map the constellations of my soul.
I want to find you and be found.
But, I am alone.
In this darkened cave, there is only me.
In the mornings, I hear the ocean sing.
At midday, I walk the silent beaches remembering who you were and who I was many years ago.
In the evening, I cry tears of isolation.
I was once loved by many, now loved by none.
I am forgotten in my solitude.
I am neither ghost nor woman, merely a specter of your imagination.
Convenient when necessary.
I do not know who I am anymore.
But, now and then,
I can almost remember.