I dreamt about you last night
We sat across from one another at a wooden picnic table,
romantically weathered with perfect patina
The spring sunshine warming our backs
Surrounded by gardens written in an old English countryside
My mind creating a space just for you
I watched as your eyes danced with excitement,
telling me about your books and writing
Your eyes reminded me of the first time we met.
Sitting across the table,
locked with interest I couldn’t look away
Absorbing with curiosity,
our story had never ended
A comfort waved over me as we were sitting in your perfect place
In a romantic ideal, magical
It wasn’t an ideal or magical for us though because we knew in our hearts it does exist
It was just us
No limit on time
No boundary of any sort
It felt so close, every sense absorbed each moment
Simplistic and beautiful
We held hands and talked
I played with the ring on your finger as you spoke,
the same ring I noticed the first time we met
No end in engagement
No wavering or question
Fluid warmth
We gently kissed
My eyes opened
My lips still pressed from what seemed so real
I dreamt about you last night
I dusted off the story we had started to write,
I tucked this in between the pages
Even if it was only a dream I had about you last night
~Alisa Hutton