Chasing Stardust

I cannot run into arms
that are not really there.
I cannot slide my fingers through
a picture of your hair.
I cannot kiss those lips of yours
if I never can quite reach.
I cannot fall into a love
if another must be breached.
I cannot live all the dreams
of my misspent youth.
If you speak to me of nothing,
how can I live in truth.
An end was brought with no consent.
I never felt the lack.
So why did simple words from you
bring so much rushing back?