She is haunted by thoughts of you,
left desperate at the ghost
of your touch, the phantom
of cologne that enwrapped
her in one eternal moment
of unexpected bliss.
In that dizzying turn
she discovered she was parched,
hungry for something
wither if it were real
or imagined. Desperate,
the lean figure clings to a dream
to one hazy summer evening of possibilities
when body was high on chemicals and chance
of seeing you once more.
But just as quickly you appear,
you disappear back into the digital ether
once more.