I think of you often. Most when the happy couples look at each other; only because I see your eyes locked on mine, staring deep inside my uncovered windows. I see my arms around you when the old couple jolt to their feet like lightning for a song from their past, only to slow when their bodies meet and sway in time with their love. I long for your hand when worn and proud hands join across laps for all to see. I'll be dreaming of your lips on mine when its dark and lonely and I'll tell you goodnight, hoping the wind and moonlight relay my message across the miles. |
Loading...