Maybe you are

Our 117-day streak—broken.

Craving you, an enigma, unfathomable.

Is it you? Or the scorched remains of my first act allowing me to feel?

Rookie errors?

The last whispers of chemicals?

Isolation biting deep?

Or am I just some phantom knight, a secret Galahad?

Projection, perhaps—but why must it be you?

Why, why, why, why, why, why...

Maybe you are, simply, inexplicably.

I pray you are