the place my mind wanders to
has a layer of sweetness
not present
in the here and now
so I follow its path
I let it wander
I listen to songs
about two souls
stumbling into each other
against all odds
and wonder
are they only dreaming too
I picture us two
forehead to forehead
quietly
whispering secrets
we wish to no longer keep
only to ourselves
I imagine you
holding me close
embracing me tighter
when I fall apart
refusing
my urge to isolate
I dream about us
legs tangled under blankets
sharing lines from favourite books
and autumn's first plums
ripened
just before the cold
and eventually I remember
even dreaming this
is bending the boundaries
of my current existence
yet the dream persists
© coldscars