in a dream, i felt your touch
the way your hand reached out to me
and brushed my hair out of my face

i interlocked our fingers tightly
as if you could’ve slipped away from me
at any given moment in time

just like we do when we’re awake,
we touch with our hands
to make the other aware of our presence

as we gaze at one another,
i sense the company of unspoken words
as if you can see right through me

could you be the one i’ve been looking for?
i think time and time again,
that this could be something more

i find myself drowning in
the softness of your deep brown eyes
falling further and further down,
as your gaze holds mine

when you touch my skin briefly,
making me aware of your presence
the warmth of your intent,
that's the purest of your essence

how can a single person offer that?
so much comfort and serenity
simply by just existing as you are,
i feel as if you were meant for me

perhaps this is fate as they call it,
or chance as the realists say
but there's peace when i'm with you,
as you are the brightest part of my day

i would love you in the next lifetime
twice as much as i love you in this one
and many more lifetimes to come
i will always feel something for you

because you never gave up on me
even when the world came crashing down,
even when everyone turned their back on me,
and even when everything was against my favor

you never let me roam behind you,
you always knew when something was amiss
you let me express myself freely,
even when i was speaking nonsense

because you understood what it felt like,
to be misunderstood and overlooked
when you were at your most vulnerable
and for that, i love you eternally

the sun welcomes new beginnings
as it wakes me up every morning,
reminiscent of the days with you

the other side of the bed feels empty
and the coffee i attempt turns bitter
but it was perfect when we made it together

the scent of breakfast may fill the space
but the portions have split in half
because only one of us remains

the thoughts of when you were here,
they never fail to haunt me
and i constantly wonder what made us grow apart

under the golden light,
he was dressed in a red sweater
the luminance bounced off of his cheeks,
and his outlook played along with the scenery

he laid surrounded by flower petals
and carefully ran each fragment between his fingers,
feeling the softness as if it were a safe haven;
an escape from his constant bustle

he remembered back to the days
when freedom and liveliness were necessities,
but in that moment in time,
he felt calmer than ever before

as time continued on,
he picked up the book and mouthed the words
something about a dream, he said
maybe this was always our reality

the look in his eyes was calming
and it felt as if time had stopped,
just the two of us conscious of the situation

his soft touch felt like rose petals,
brushing against my bare skin
and leaving me breathless and wanting more

he read words off of the page
and chills ran down my spine,
thinking about if those sentiments were meant for me

his soothing voice resonated deeply,
emphasizing each of his sentiments
and it felt like listening to my favorite song at dawn

i imagined having all of him to myself;
that seemed like it would fill me up
and mend all the gaps in my heart

but what if i got just a piece of him?
would that be enough for me?
perhaps i never want to wake up from this dream

a gold hue laced the clouds in the sky
while the calm blue covered it,
reminiscent of a scene from a painting

with the cool tones composing the base,
the artist continued adding warm tints,
giving the piece a unified appearance

then i thought, "what if people were created this way?”
from how you appear and move,
it’s almost as if an artist imagined you

your dark hair lays flat but holds softness,
your dimples emerge the moment you smile,
and your lips purse whenever you’re in thought

your laughter is more melodious than a thousand choirs
selflessness is a rare thing, but it’s your best trait
and your passion and spirit can make anyone a believer

is it possible that some people were just born perfect?
all perfectly proportioned and envisioned?
with a charm that you can sense by how they go about life?

perhaps the idea is a little too farfetched
since we can never truly be sure of the process
but when i look at you,

i see a masterpiece