In my Imaginings

In my imaginings you come to me.

Or perhaps I go to you.

You might show up in a yoga class or I might find you sitting on my front steps.

We gaze into each others eyes, in my imaginings.

You tell me that you've never forgotten me, or gotten over me. You tell me that no other girl could quite fill my place.

In my imaginings, I hesitate, fearful and doubting before I step into you arms.

We hold each other close and kiss.


We are perpetually young in my imaginings, no lines on our faces, our bodies still young, trim and strong, hair unmarked by grey.

I reach for you, in my imaginings and you are there.

You tell me your stories and I tell you mine.

Together we heal our wounds.

It is only in my imaginings that we live happily ever after, untouched by time or stresses.

There are never any socks on the floor or dirty dishes in the sink.

Our thoughts and feelings are openly shared. There are no harsh words ever spoken between us.

We go on adventures together. We love, we play, we grow together, only in my imaginings.

You live there, with me, in the fairy tale world of my imagining.

And then I open my eyes.