Original poem by @bennettitalia
FIGMENT
What
exactly
am I waiting for?
There's nothing out here.
She herself is made of nothing
and in her absence
I cease to exist.
Ok, but
(just for the sake of argument)
if there did
happen
to be someone here
and she looked directly at me
what would she see?
Nothing, I suppose.
Unless
I were to come into being right then
suddenly
(shockingly)
revealed
in the need
of this imaginary woman
I was made for.
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