I finally understand what it's like to miss something that you've never had.
To ache for a person you've never met.
My heart cries out for you.
My eyes search crowds for a glimpse of your face.
My voice catches itself when I try to call out your name.
My brain stops when I realize there is no you.
I wouldn't recognize your face if I did see it.
there is no name.
I love someone that does not exist.
A concept constructed in the dark.
Made from memories of people I have loved before.
Pasted together with my last shreds of hope.
Fragile like a child's arts and crafts project.
You are not real.
I kept reminding myself but I didn't want to remember.
I let my mind wander.
What if.
august 22 2019
He does exist Fox of the past. I think you've found him but if it turns out you haven't do not get discouraged. You will be ok.
March 29th 2020
It wasnt him or even them after him but remember what 2020 fox said, you will be ok. much love. Fox
March 28th 2023
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Stone Fox Diary
Non-FictionPoetry thoughts and ramblings dating back to at least 2019. This is a journal that builds on itself as time goes by. Every now and then I come back, read what I've written before and make comments about it. Sometimes I just comment on what's written...
