DISCLAIMER: This was written for a Creative Writing class I took in college & yet another poem that I wrote in past feelings. I call this an epiphany poem.

I am a lost soul, drifting through a sea of people
I have no certain direction, no specific destination to reach
Numerous others are surrounding me, I am in search of one
Looking to my left, there he is
Still so perfect, flawless almost
Messy ruby hair, hazel eyes gazing back at me 
Matchless smile, signaling me to come to him
Only one step out of my reach, he vanished before my eyes
And then I woke up, breathing heavily
I am in bed, forlorn, and frost-bound
And he is only here in spirit