Tangled in an embrace 

Listening to the beat of a heart

Until someone whispers

“You are so special”

The heart surges

With unexplainable emotions



Conjuring moments of you and I;

A favourite pastime of mine


Yet, what I long to be true 
I’ll never have what’s ideal 

Or know what could have been.


Yet, what I long to be true

Of you 

I’m making my way towards home

I like walking if the weather is good

I avoid the puddles from last night’s rainfall

And the cracked bits of pavement

And I think of you….

I reach home and I head straight to my room

I undress and get under the sheets

Gathering all the pillows and the cushions

Making myself comfortable

And I think of you….

It’s late and night and my mind is wandering

And I think of the day’s events

I make lists for the next day

And as I drift off into slumber

I think of you…