Complete with Nothing

I wished for a corner

You gave me a world

With its innate intricacies; yet colourful.

I wished for a touch,

You gave me a moment’s infinite joy

Inexplicable; yet so silent.

You disappeared just as a fleeting thought.

Yes, fleeting; wild and accurate.

In your thoughts that I saw each morning

And slept off in the darkest hours.

But I know, you are yet, but a thought.

Not near. Not far. Somewhere meandering... 

With little I feel fulfilled

With nothing I feel complete

But I know, you are yet, but a thought...