Standing in the shower, I think of you.

These hands caressing my breasts,

They could be yours.

I dream of you quite often, now.

You come to me in darkness,

Your breath as warm as summer sun,

Your touch as soft and sweet as honey.

My heart does flip flops

Imagining your craggy head

Impressed upon the pillow of my bed.

You come to me in silence,

Filling me with joyful noise.

Later, in the quiet times

My heart fills up with sadness.

Some cold winter morning,

Alarms ringing to alert me,

I wake and find you gone.

A tattered dream

With nothing left to build upon.

I have been there before.

This realm of dreams,

Awakening brings back the memories.

You live in my heart,

You share my soul,

At two AM,