While you sleep.
The tears on my face still drying.
There are things I should do and things I could do.
But all I want.
All I ever want.
Is to be with you.
I want nothing more than to hold you close.
I die a little inside when I think about you being alone.
I don’t want you to be alone, I want you to be seen and held and strong and true.
I want you to know how much, how very much, I love you.
I know you say you know.
I know you do.
I know you know I adore you.
And I cannot stop saying the words.
Like the Raven in that one poem from long ago.
On a dark and dreary night who cannot stop repeating itself.
I repeat and repeat.
And it’s just true.
I can’t stop.
My heart fills with the music you send me.
You a poetry font of expression and longing and joy.
All wrapped up in a 90s love ballad.
You send me love letters in music.
It is the best.
It is beyond the best.
It is you tender and sweet and true.
Oh baby.
I miss you.
I do.
Once upon a time when I was a younger woman, a girl really.
Full of longing and unspoken need.
I would dream of someone like you.
Who would romance me with music.
Who would seduce me with song.
I would dance around my room alone and dream about you.
There are times I feel that I have dreamt you into being.
This revery that I am afraid to wake from.
A beauty so keen.
You have changed me.
I am in the presence of a dream.
I am smote.
You are my undoing.
And.
My doing.
You are my everything.
My dream made real.
My 90s love ballad come true.
