Dreams.
Are they messages or desire?
I cry
When I see you in my unconscious state and reach out and then
Gone.
Like a big check on payday or the bubbles I used to chase as a child.
Are you supposed to be here? With me? Were we supposed to build a family
Where you work and come home to a home cooked meal and a wife that loves you?
That’s me. I’m that wife, but you can’t
See.
Your reach for her, but yet here I am longing for your body and mind, mind and body.
But that’s all in a dream.
That erases when i open my eyes.