Reality Returns

Beautiful songs

merest whisper

tantalizing breath of air.

Spring’s breeze

caressing my body

tempting me

like your scent

like your hands

like all of you

even as we sit so far apart.

When did it change?

When did it become so hard?

Why does my heart cry out?

Why does yours not respond?

Tears dry

lips curve into a smile

as you move along

pressing to my side.

Fingers following wetness

tracing a path upon my cheek

questions in your eyes

as I peer up at you.

Is this a second chance?

A second coming?

Love finally coming home?

You hand me a cup

steaming

warm

sweet smelling tea

wrapping your arms around.

With gentle kiss

safety once more found

wanting to sit like this forever

knowing that reality

will once more come around.

©April 23/19

Picture via Pinterest found by The Eclectic Contrarian