Pots stirring in the kitchen your picture next our bed, your clothes in the closet and the fragrance of you cologne in the air. A candle lit dinner and the warmth of your body next to mines and I wake to a beautiful child calling you daddy. You leave for work and I reach to hug you and give you a kiss and tell you to have a good day and I hug myself I panic and scream and wake to find that it was all just a vivid dream.
