We may not be able to sleep side by side, but I still swoon to the scent of your beard on my pillow.
We may not be able to hold hands, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about what your hands looked like writing my letters. Did he shake or did he smile when he wrote my name?
We may not be able to share a gaze, but in my dreams we share a home. And there’s an oversized lazy boy in the living room where I snuggle in your lap on dim sunday afternoons.
We can’t share a date, but in my dreams we share a boat, and when I catch a fish, you have to unhook it for me cause I don’t want to hurt him.
We may not be able to share a meal, but we’ve feasted on eachothers words and serve one another spoonfuls of love from the simmering pot of hope.
We may not be able to slow dance to your favorite songs, but our killer whale souls swim on the liquid frequency that makes our DNA samba with the echos of our future.
We may not be able to share a laugh at a showing, but in my dreams I’m the entertainer and bored with me, you’ll never be. And safe next to you, I always am. Under the covers, in our pajamas.
We may not share today or tomorrow, but in my dreams we’ve shared forever. And it’s there I look to a higher power to lead us the rest of the way.
