To the One I Haven’t Met

I miss you already, my future love.

A ghost of a heartbeat I’ve never heard.

You live somewhere in tomorrow’s dawn, yet tonight, your absence aches like truth.

I wonder how your laughter sounds, if warmth curls in your smile like sunlight, what flavor your comfort takes— coffee, maybe, or something sweet and shy. What softens your sadness?

What storm hides behind your quiet eyes?

I reach for you through time’s closed door, grieving a presence I can only dream.

How strange, to ache for someone not yet real, to love a silhouette made of hope and stars.

Still, I wait, my heart half written the other half waiting for your name.