Sometimes I close my eyes
and see you standing there-
a nameless, faceless figure
and all I can do is wish
I were with you.
Sometimes in the dark of night
I wrap my arms around
my shoulders- as far as they'll reach
and I pretend it's you-
that you, my nameless, faceless love
are lying next to me, loving me.
Soemtimes after "one of those days"
I imagine it's you pulling out the
motrin and a glass of water for me-
you who is concerned and wants to help
not just me myself and I.
And sometimes when I put on
one of my sweatshirts I
imagine it's yours and try to
guess what you might smell like-
mint, pine, downy, abercrombie, rain,
what you might look like-
tall, dark, tan, strong, beautiful
what you would sound like-
rich, deep, soft, somforting, sharp
and how it would feel to
have somebody love me.
really, really, love me.
