If she could speak
what stories would she tell you...

would she speak of all the times
she's been my shoulder
to cry upon
wiping tears from
puffy eyes

would she whisper soft your name
as I have
a thousand times
while squeezing her tight

would she recall the times
she's comforted me
when madness racked my mind
or gently nursed me
dabbing my fevered brow
when illness confined me to my bed

would she speak of all the times
she lay with me
supporting me
through long lonely
insomnia fueled nights

would she laugh
when she jokes about
all the times she's covered my embarrassment
or ran with me
naked
through unlit rooms

and would she promise you
one thing...

that you can share my dreams.