Some nights I dream;
I dream of things far-fetched from the reality of my life, things of fantasy.
Butterfly kisses and hands held with fingers intertwined.
Others calling me their family, arms slung around my shoulders, deep laughter abounding from their chests.
And some nights, though few and far between;
I dream of someone kissing me, gentle caresses and sweet words.
Meadows of wildflowers and sunshine, gentle breezes and the smell of lavender.
Lying side by side with another person and holding them as they hold me, soft smiles and touches.
In the dark times of my life, where the dreams do not come.
I remember the butterfly kisses, wildflower meadows, and fingers intertwined.
I remember love.