I feel you with me. The feeling is so strong that when I come home, I am surprised not to find you waiting for me on the front steps.
I move through my evening, attending to the minutiae of life, wondering when you will appear.
I look out the window, expecting to see you waving from amongst the long grass.
I mistake the words of a song on the radio for your voice.
As I cook, I turn to tell you something funny that happened today, but the chair is empty.
I go outside and mistake a soft breeze for your touch.
The fire dies down and I wonder why you have not added more wood.
I lie in the bath waiting for you to reach in and caress me.
You are not in my bed, waiting to hold me.
Soon it is time to retire to a world of dreams – the only place I ever find you.
Am I dreaming you, or are you dreaming me?
And when will you get here so that we can dream together?
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