Obsessed

What do I ask you?
What do I talk to you?

Where do I touch you?
How do I reach you?

Are you here?
Or are you there?

Is this a figment of my imagination?

Did I hear you now?

Did I see you there?
Did you tell me not to whisper?

Did you tell me not to scream?

Well, my dear, there you are. And I,
am obsessed with you.