Maybe you are the only one for me.
I thought the cobwebs of time,
The steeled restrain of my emotions,
And the lock and chain on my memories
Would keep these fantasies away from me.
But it always starts as a spark-
The breeze from a nice day at the park,
Or the loneliness brought by the dark.
It trickles,
Ever so slowly
Through the synapses of my mind,
Dots of light- memory after memory-
Light up in my weary head,
Using it as a canvas for its collection
Of memories and would be’s.
A beautiful constellation on a dark backdrop.
Half seen, half imagined, but all real.
Those moments- our kisses, our embraces, our intimate encounters-
Hang up high in my mind with my future fathoms.
Phantoms. Memories of a future that might not exist
Mixed with that time we first kissed.
Because maybe you were the one for me.
Maybe you’re the one I think of when I hear “love”.
Maybe you’re who I pictured truly loving-
Not whatever I’ve been doing lately.
Maybe you’re the one I imagined pouring my soul into,
Trying to make you full with my essence
And my love
To make up for how empty I am.
And maybe
I pictured you returning the favor.
Filling up this abandoned husk
With your secrets,


Hopes,


Dreams,


Fantasies,


Pleasures,



Experiences,



Desires,



Everything.
Yourself.
Maybe you’re he one who appears in my deepest desiring thought,
The one I can’t get out of my head lately.
Where we lay bare in bed,
Both happy and content.
Covered by soft sheets,
Wrapped together from head to feet.
And the morning’s warmth seeps in as it finds the imagined blinds
That cover the imagined window
That hovers beside our imagined bed,
Inside our imagined home.
And as you sit up,
I trace my fingers across your shoulders,



And down your back,
Like I’ve always wanted,
Because that’s how I define love.
And then you drape your frame over mine,
And your beautiful black hair tickles my face,
(Which isn’t hard to imagine, it happened in that one real memory).
And I look at your gorgeous face,
The all too familiar features:
Those infinitely loving beautiful brown eyes,
That flawless skin speckled with freckles,
And that irresistible mouth,
As it begins to pull into a smile,
Dragging mine with it,
And then our smiles meet.
The light fades.
The non-memory gone.
But it was so tangible... So real!
It has to come back.
It has to come true.
Maybe, baby. Just maybe.
Maybe you will always be the one.