Kissing the Air

Here's a quick poem.

Kissing the Air:

When I stared out at rain, I thought I saw you

Thought a dream had just come true

But when I leaned to kiss your cheek

There was nothing but air, cold and meek

You seemed to soar into my heart

But when I went to greet, the light was dark

My dreams turn sad, no nightmares could compare

When I thought I would never survive, you were really there

Nothing could save me, no one but you

Now it's music and laughter and a dream come true

But every night when I reach to kiss

The air brushes my lips and I remember my miss

I remember my miss, my kiss in the air

Kissing the air, a terrible feeling

Now I treasure every kiss, so I never have to be

Kissing the air, kissing despair