there you are
the mythical man;
although, your photo is dated two years past.
it must be
our lofty foreheads, near mirror imaged
ideas of you
almost mythical in scope to the child I
in a crevasse deep
somewhere outside my heart, yet within
you never answered.
i fantasized your presence; you never
you can’t know
how often i’ve wondered
would you have loved me if you’d stuck