Do you remember?

Those times when we were apart?

The parting was swift, the longing interminable. 

I was always moving to you, only to you. 

Lost in the muffled and melodic sounds of travel.

Incoherent voices and shuffling feet, 

The creaking and swaying, the rhythmic sounds of the road,

The smell of savory morsels, musty seats, stale smoke,

Outside, soft, velvety lights pushed back the night.

I gazed into the darkness; I knew you were there, watching.

Lost myself in the solitude of my thoughts

I vowed to come back; I planned; I prayed; I dreamed of you.

Inspired by an incandescent image of you in my mind’s eye,

Radiant and warm, penetrating deep into my soul.

A fleeting dream as I faded away into restive slumber.

I saw your face, your shape, ephemeral, wispy, ghostlike,

I stretched out my arms to you, longing to embrace you,

I clung to sleep, despising the sun and turning away from the light.

In the sweet repose of the night, I was with you.

I heard you whisper, “I’m with you.”

I felt your touch and was content.