Understudy

Not really
The kind of girl who you look in the eye
The kind that creeps up from behind
That you find your mind possessed with
To the point where you forget
She isn’t real

She’s only
What you’ve fashioned in your head
Her kindness might seem
Like a balm for all your wounds
Though she has yet to talk to you
You are certain
It will happen
Soon

Follow her sometimes
Not in the full dark of night
Never in daylight
Just when you need to memorize her lines
To imagine what it's like
To breathe in what she breathes out
Hoping
Hoping all the while
Your chance will come today