I wish you weren't a phantom on my screen
But rather flesh and blood for me to hold.
I know you're somewhere else, and only seen
Because of this - but still you seem so cold
Set far from me. I want you warm and near,
But even half of that would still be better
Than what it is we both know I have here
The imitation of you in a fetter,
For it is false and far, and both in one,
And so imprisoned are you from my sight
I cannot have you. If you are the sun
This is a single mirror lit at night
By doubled down reflection. Were you by
It would be dark as midnight makes the sky.
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