Dark bits.

I miss you.

I don't know who you are, or what you look like.

I put you together using memories and glue and belief filters. 

Bit by bit. Expectation by expectation.

My long legged rubicon.

I created you, then the blueprint. 

So I know they match,  perfect fit.

The body lying beside me, that speaks to me, murmurs against me, breathes in the dark and loves me. 

I do not know it.

We interact, we create, we share, we argue.  

But this is not the you I know.

I miss the you that isn't here.