Alternate version of a future history.
I think of you more than I should
you don't have a name
or a face
or breath in your lungs.
You do not have a body
or cells
or atoms.
You reside somewhere between
you exist in a world apart
you are the culmination
of my dreams and wishes
for a future that may
never
come.
You are my impossible goal
You are so many things,
and you are nothing at all.
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