dreaming – Something Resembling Life

We slept late

and rose separately

I made the bed….and breakfast

I washed the dishes

and a few thoughts away

Went about the day

As I shopped, I lingered longer than necessary

admiring

love and affection between the couple in front of me in line

the smile on the young womans face who helped me

I walked through the outdoor mall

without direction

exchanged pleasant conversation with several people

And as I finished at the market

I sat in the car for some time

reading inspirational words

searching…..

After an afternoon of errands

and periodic sadness

I put my head on my pillow and it was then

I realized you forgot

to kiss me goodnight

One winter day she woke up….

and she let go.

As she exhaled for the last time, she dove into the darkness of the abyss

When she came up for air

she stepped through the door

The grass greener than she could have ever imagined

The fragrance of the flowers like nothing in the space before

The sun felt warm and new…like nothing she had ever felt

The smile that crossed her face felt like the first time she really knew happiness

There were no sounds that compared to what she was hearing here in this space

No words, no one else, no one more

The trees towered higher than anything she could have imagined…

As she laid down in the meadow, she never dreamed that when she closed here eyes

She would wake up here….

again

(originally written September 2014)

There you are at the opposite end of the couch, your head tilted slightly

Your hands are strong as they hold the book you are entranced with

Your legs stretched out and propped up on the coffee table

I watch the rise and fall of your chest with every breath you take

You are wearing your favorite pajama bottoms and a cotton t-shirt that hugs you perfectly

The cool fall air has arrived

Falling leaves, a light wind is blowing

We are tucked safely into our world for the evening like bears

Warm and at ease

Loved and loving

Content with every part that is us

All of our wants and needs being met with the presence of the other

The lights dim

The smell of our life lingers in the air…..the burning candles, the faint reminder of the dinner that we shared only a few short hours before , lingering scents of my perfume and your cologne

We create this space…..our space

And as I write about us..I look again and you are not there, or here

Its me, with thoughts of how it could be

What I desire….

And in the end, I am not even really sure who you are…..

Tag: dreaming

You forgot….

In between

Not Really There