You.

I do not see you when I close my eyes, I see a darkness which is you. I do not see your face when I open my eyes, but you are the reason I open them.

You are not my first thought in the morning, nor my last before I sleep. You are in every thought that I think, and those I have not yet.

I do not think of you when I am happy, nor when I am low. I do not miss you in soiree, nor do I yearn for you in loneliness. You are not with me, yet you are a constant of my existence.

These words are about you, and for no one at all.