She wonders what it would be like to have you close
journaling in bed and you fall asleep against her
opening your eyes once in a while to check that she is still awake
You know she loves to have her hand held in the night
under the pillow
and she wakes to find you working by her side
she wakes slowly, purring
different clocks don’t matter
loves bleeds into all the empty spaces
space where space is needed

the moonlight kitchen happens
it should’ve been this 5 years ago
she’s already moved beyond

and her body wonders
slipping into reverie
she can feel you running your hand through her silky strands

maybe several days will do
maybe they will last her an eternity
maybe forever won’t be enough