by Sine Qua Non

I just want to put it out there.

Because, really, there is no way to hold it in. The way that I love you in so many strange ways. The way I revel in your absence and anticipate the characters that cannot show me your face. The order of words that inadequately contain the sound of your voice. The semblance of your look in the blur of your picture. The length of your hair indistinct from the black and white background. The generic emoticon that conceals the truth of your stare. The distance, the barrier.

This is me as your lover, the bystander, the masochist who will never.

This is you as the loved.

As is. As we were, though no longer. As we are.