Phantom Love

As I make my nightly venture
To my desolate cemetery
I wonder to myself
If I will see him tonight
Or if my memories will have to suffice
When we were children
We would meet here every night
And discuss ways to further our cause
I remember he would always arrive first
As if he enjoyed waiting on me
Anticipation is always exciting, I suppose
Tasting his blood for the first time
I was relatively young in age
But he was wise beyond his years
Taught me everything about the world
Its hidden mysteries
And especially of archaic times
His eyes always transfixed on mine
As if to read my every thought
Even in school, when he sat behind me
I could feel his eyes
Boring a hole into my skull
But I was happy that he cared so much
As we became older
Our lust for blood grew
As did our love for each other
Both, however, being understood
Without uttering a word
When he visited our home in the old country
I could still feel his presence
For he is part of my soul
Just as I am part of his
As I come upon the cemetery
I see a figure hidden in the shadows
I rush over, curious and excited
But when I reach it
All that remains is a thick haze
I realize that it couldn't be him
For he only ever existed in my imagination anyways
And there he shall remain