Is there a chance…
A fragment of light…
That this road will someday cross our paths?
When our feet comes to a halt and the spaces between us are but a few steps away..
Will you stop and look at me?
With the warmth of sunshine passing through your eyes..
And the gentle breeze billowing through the soft strands of your coffee-layered hair..
Will you smile and reach a hand to me?
This vivid imagination I have of us…
To feel your hand clasped in mine.
The sheer frustration when I hear your whispering voice,
see the perennial sparkle from your gaze
or even your adamant behavior.
To be hugged by your flawed perfection.
I want all of them.
To be lost…
And be found within you.