After all of this time,
I still believe that we met in a dream.
Like the dark side of the moon,
forever masked in the shadow of reality —
real, or not real —
you are my Schrödinger’s cat.
Perhaps underneath your skin,
you are trying to find me too.
Perhaps when we both reach,
we only draw further away.
I understand this:
you are the shadow,
and light only hides your face.
You are the other side of my soul,
and I am your ghost.