No one there to call you "you"

I see myself...
and wonder.

Endless miles away
the steam from hot coffee
in your unseen cup,
while here my eyes
behind dark glasses... clearly
grow dim, mist upon mist...

Feeling you so alive,
so present,
my unconscious mind, consciously,
strikes music from the piano of the heart...
There is no you, really... nothing at all...