Love is Near

she doesn't exist her love is my love in reflection my heart knows too many rooms like a pomegranate with a sweet and brief burst of juice I look for you in the darkest alleys in the hallways and vacant parking lots in the boredom and nightly monotony I eat my heart away I swallow the greasy morsels of life it doesn't nourish my soul and keeps me miles away from you but you are here in the closest niche of my intimate self.