when the beam of sunlight
cracks my eyelid
i immediately search for you,
you are my path to morning

there’s a ghost of you
floating before my eyes
reaching out
i come away wanting

i am in love with
the ephemeral you
and i am longing for
the flesh and blood

i am craving something
actual to touch
and hold

glb /// “actual”
originally published 08/25/2018