I imagine I’ll be standing there,
grinning, maybe crying.
Seeing you for the first time
in such a long one.
I will wrap my arms around you,
touching the small of your back,
with my bare hands,
smelling your sweet scent.
I won’t know what to say though.
Perhaps we’ll just say nothing.
Interwoven in arms,
bethinking.
Remembering back when we had
something more tangible.
But now you’re a memory,
only to be visited in my dreams.
But fret not,
we may just have it again sometime,
and we’ll see eye to eye,
when you come back to me…