imagination
you said
lives somewhere
between dream and reality
but what if
that imagination
shared
experienced
Is real
it was
you
leading, wanting, encouraging
be careful to
understate imagination
intentional sharing
albiet apart in the physical realm
are nonetheless real
nor imagined
and now
although I may never again
feel that way
With you
I am happy and grateful
to now know
The one thing
the only thing that matters
that which I have always known
And that is
what it would feel like, for me
With you

I close my eyes
as you led
imagining the perfect place
describe to me, in detail
you said
We are driving somewhere
Anywhere
I glance over
Your hand
resting there
between us
Instantly, I recognize
A flood of images
are upon me
At once, and slowly, in perfect time
I recall now
staring at your hands
many times over
subconsciously, drinking in
every line, every movement
as we spoke
Unaware; their impact
I realize now, in this moment
I have always loved your hands
The size, shape, intensity
the ease of them
The imagined feel, in any way
strong, gentle
warm
they are; I somehow know
The intention of them
part of you
as you move through every part of your day
This essence
so you
To me, your hands