We met in my dreams last night
We converged at the pathway where daydreams and night visions collide
We gazed at the stars while we discussed which of Shakespeare’s tragedies were the most romantic, why does cotton candy melt in your mouth, and how long will it really take to finish that puzzle?
We passed thoughts back and forth, caressing each other’s cerebrum with opinions of where we came from, why we are here, and where we are going
We speculated on the magic of the universe and what it would be like to walk on the moon
We bantered back and forth, challenging the hypotheses formed from every connecting thought
We finished each other’s sentences before they came out of our lips and laughed when we noticed the recognition in the reflection of our eyes
We held our stomachs from sarcastic jokes we launched one after another
We sat in silence at the shooting stars dancing across the sky before us, aching to touch them
We painted pictures in our mind with the words of the songs we sang together in perfect harmony, forgetting the world around us
And then I wake up
I reach across the bed to feel for the empty space beside me
And you are gone… as you are every day.
The silence greets me each morning while I wish for my dream to return.
My body is heavy as I drag myself out of bed, the numbness settling into my bones.
You are with me while I escape to the shower, willing the hot water to burn the pain of my soul from my skin.
You are beside me as I rouse the children from their deep sleep to prepare them for the day.
You are the morning sun kissing my face as I drop to my yoga mat and find my breath.
You are every other thought on my mind while I scramble eggs and pour the coffee.
You are the captive tears in my eyes as I help the children begin school work.
You are a whisper in my heart while I put on my face for morning Zoom meetings.
You are a voice in my ear while I sit on our swing at the lake.
You are the soft part of my soul lingering in my heart during evening dinner conversations.
You are the ache in my chest while I hold my children before they sleep.
You are beside me in silence while I prepare for bed.
I sink into the satin softness, wishing for your arms in the darkness.
I caress the parts of my body where your lips and fingers have left an invisible mark.
In my mind, it is your hands awakening my skin and bringing my body to ecstasy.
Tears that threatened all day long burn my cheeks as they flow.
I hurry to dream land to meet you there.
So we can make love in our minds once more.
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This post was previously published on medium.com.
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