From Where We Should Be
When I close my eyes,
I picture us waking together,
In a bed of white linen,
As the sun beams upon us.
The beach is nearby,
The waves come rolling in,
The birds sing shrilly,
Building our morning song.
The light streams in,
Bathing your beauty in gold,
With you lying there (nothing on)
My life seems fully complete.
The smell of hot coffee,
Freshly roasted and hydrated,
Wafts through our window,
Spring loading our minds alert.
Hands begin exploring,
Fingertips waking up, buzzing,
Your soft skin warmth,
Waking the rest of me.
As I close my eyes,
Imagining this picture so perfect,
The only thing missing,
Is the fact you're not in my life.
By J. Barrett
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