Last night, I had a had a dream:

We were driving down a snowy-city street.
It was the biggest city we’d ever been in
because we just kept driving and driving
and driving without ever turning.

We had heavy winter coats on and
you were describing your time at work,
which seemed more like a big corporate office,
rather than a small city newspaper.
Your voice was as sweet as silk.

The sky fell to dusk, and we came to a mall
and there’s people everywhere.
The evening chill just vanishes as the
double-doors close behind us.
And we were walking together, talking
and window-shopping and enjoying
each-other’s company.

It seemed like an eternity passed before
we left the mall.
We were walking down a chilly street,
but where our hands joined us, it warmed
me to the core.


I was distracted by the cold, grey,
overcast sky and the snowy streets of the
wintery metropolis we strolled through
when you turned to me and said
something. though I didn’t hear
it in the dream, I know I’ve heard
it so many times, before.

Sometimes, it comes soft as a
whisper, and sometimes a
scream of passion.
I love you.