Phantom limb

I am sorry for
falling in love with you I
didn't intend to.

I am sorry that
I cannot pull away from you –
ambrosia in my veins,
dancing lightly,
gentle, impish.

You are a thread I did not tug on
in a tapestry hanging on
the walls of another room;
another world.

Missing.
Phantom limb missing.
Cannot ask you to sacrifice missing.
Chimera passing across the moon missing.

You are the almost, almost of a reality
my atoms ache to fall into –

the cry in my chest
dissolves in my open mouth.