Alone in the dark, I think of you
and the things you would whisper to me in the night
and your hand brushing my shoulder to make me aware that you are near
I think of your eyes and what they hold
the stories you would share about where you’ve been and what you’ve seen
I imagine conversations over dinner about our days
And I can feel the way you would touch my hand or pull me close
I imagine someone like you caring for me for someone like me
I imagine that its possible
I imagine a lot of things about us
and I imagine I’ll remain alone for a very long time
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