One day I want to
come home with a message of
your voice on my phone.

'Hey hi, you. I am
coming to see you tonight.
Leave a light on please.'

I will go grocery
shopping while I wait for you
while you're on the train.

I'll buy all of your
favorites. I will make you
dinner on your walk.

When you reach my door,
I will open it before
you can even knock.

I will pull you in,
embracing you lovingly
in my waiting arms.

My apartment will
quickly fill with the heavy
scent of your warm skin.

You will look around
and see the dinner set out
for you. A slow smile.

We haven't said a
word yet. We haven't needed
to. Silence is bliss.

Your eyes supply words
enough.  Those looks you give me
are most genuine.

We dine.  We drink. We
love. Your hand pulls mine across
the table, so warm.

Not just warm. No. Wait.
Electric. That's what it is.
Our touch. Electric.

That's all we really
ever needed. Each other.
But it took so long.

One day you will see
that. You will see you were blind.
You needed time though.

But now I have you.
You are mine. We are safe now.
Forever. *One day.