When I'm doing my dishes,
I picture you coming up behind me and wrapping your arms around me.
When I'm taking a shower,
I picture you quietly slipping in with me and lathering up my hair.
When I'm at school,
I picture you in the seat next to me and
casting me sideways glances telling stories only we know.
When I'm eating dinner,
I picture you across the table from me and
you're telling me about your day with a hint of *** in your smile.
One day all of this things may happen,
but until then all I have is the pictures in my head.