Your fingertips are breaths away from grazing mine

but you’re galaxies away.

Just a figment of my imagination,

You’re gracing me as a fictional bizarre creation,

To leave me stranded on a planet of solitude

in the blink of an eye.

But still,

Drift closer throughout my atmosphere of Isolation,

And caress me with a heat of affection.

I will love you during your stay,

Even if it is,

All in my brain