You are never home,
only in glimpses,
scarce instances that i live for.
those moments i cherish,
leaving me breathless,
making me certain in love,
but then you are gone.
and i am alone once again,
left to wonder,
were you really there?
or just a figment of my imagination?
like a beautiful dream,
that satisfies the brain
and fulfills the senses,
until morning,
when i awake to reality,
and the bed beside me empty.