I reach out to touch,
And my fingers pass through you
Immaterial, a dream.
So tangible to my heart, beloved,
But a matter of no matter.
My love is a phantasm, haunting me,
Almost imaginary.
Only my pain has substance.
I reach out to touch,
And my fingers pass through you
Immaterial, a dream.
So tangible to my heart, beloved,
But a matter of no matter.
My love is a phantasm, haunting me,
Almost imaginary.
Only my pain has substance.
Not only a bit of love and loss, but a not inaccurate opinion of most internet relationships.