Your beauty may not be recognised,

nor your warmth can be felt. 

But you exist through time and space,

your mind,

your soul,

your love.

Memories linger on,

the future stumbles upon.

Time is relativity, as I am on earth

and you're deep in the tesseract. 

Somewhere in the immortal,

and there beyond logic,

one day in a parallel world

you are alive.

We may not meet in time today,

as well as tomorrow or somewhen. 

But your whispers revolves in mind.

And the idea of your existence (somewhere)

is enough.