I sit alone in the dark
In my room that you have never set foot in.

Sometimes I fantasize about you here with me.
That you would see my walls covered with pictures of
John and Ringo and the rest
And smile.

I imagine you looking at the images
of sun dipped beaches, cobblestone streets
The Eiffel tower dripping in light
Big Ben stooping over a shadowy London
And marvel at the fact that they hold a special place in my mind.

That you would see books, the words that occupy the
Caverns of my restless mind,
And find it endearing how I’ve dog-eared the pages.

Why can’t you look at my bed and be enchanted by the fact
That I rest my head on the pillows each night
And tuck my body under the covers.

I wish you could lie here next to me in my sanctuary
And understand that we are meant to be together.