A poem for a Late Night Love

if anything, I see you faintly
almost as if in a dream.
I see a ghost of who you are
superimposed over who I want you to be
I see the memories of who we were
and of who I still need to be
I see us faintly
in a mirror
behind a smoke screen

if anything I think of you rarely
like a half remembered reverie
of sweet words
and complete understandings
that made me
and my life complete
I think things that were
never true
and somehow my thoughts
turn into you

if anything
I love you too much
and forget in my loving
that you are not who I see
or think of you to be
I love a blurred image
of perfection
that I cannot bear
to correct
if anything I love you
who are no one at all.