museumroads

No matter how hard I try to force down my heart’s hopeless desire,

I cannot help it; you materialize by the holly tree on the corner of my house,

Your sunshine and freckle-drenched face smiling at me

Sprawled out on the sun lounger, reading in the garden.

You appear alongside me at the traffic lights,

Grinning from the driver’s seat of your white 80s drop-top

With the wind in your hair when the light turns green.

You dance with me in the kitchen, and lay beside me in my bed,

But only if I never blink; and oh, how my eyes water

As I try to keep my dream around for just a moment longer.