The Better Half

We will never meet, it seems.

You and I.

Even though you live large in my dreams .....even though your face blurs, at times, your smile is genuine and kind.

Your touch gentle, loving.

Your words, never harsh, are always truth. Truth, without judgement.

Oh, how you live in my dreams, visiting me when I close my eyes.

Teasing me with all that could be.

Sadly, no matter how hard I try, you turn to mist with the rising sun.

Retreating again to the recesses of my mind.

To live there diminished, until I again close my eyes and call you forth.

This better version of myself, that waits patiently.