My Visiting Dreamer


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?


Couple photo by Jonathan Borba from Pexels



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