My Proyection of You

I have never seen the bedroom where you sleep
Or the kind of objects that you keep
Or the cutouts on your wall
Or the poster that your father placed there for you

I have never heard your mother call it's time to eat'
Heard the seagulls and the noises coming from the street
Seen you sitting at your desk, books by authors on your shelf
Neatly guarding every story ever read by you

But oh! I can picture you as I wish
And everything that surrounds you
I configure everything as I wish

I've become an expert in the fantasy of you
There is just one thing my memory fails to do
Recompose your complete face
See the colors or the shape of your cheekbones
of your head, of your eyelashes
I might get flashes of those