Anonymous love

I know somewhere there
you exist. If not in flesh
and blood,
but in pixels
of love,
touch,
sense
and silent orgasm.
I know somewhere there
you died, bereft of love
that you felt 

But that was not there.
I know somewhere there
one day, I will find you
across the Savannah, where
you conceived our first child,
only to leave it in the
wilderness of life,
just so,
you remain glorified,
crisp,
and anonymous.