Silly

The thought that kept me going
all this time
is just the thought that
maybe,
oneday,
anywhere
- on the couch,
in the doorjamb,
on the beach,
in the wind,...-
I could have your arms,
your legs, 
your eyes,...
wrapped around me,...
and I could wake up in the morning
and
you
- or
your scent on the pillow,
or
your voice in the shower -
still be there.

I miss every opportunity.

Never mind.

Finally
I gave
up on it.