I sit in a quiet room
Thinking of what to write to you
There are so many things
That I would love to say to you but now I cannot.
The last time I saw you, you seemed hesitant to say
What was on my mind.
What was troubling you?
What would you not tell me?
I think of you so often the it has become a part of my every day.
Like waking up at Dawn, to meet the soft sunlight filtered into the room.
In fact, you are the first thing I think of as I awaken.
And the last thing I think of before I fall into the depths of sleep.
Last night I had such a strong urge to be near you.
I sat listening to the rain and dreamt of sitting by
Your side quietly talking and caressing your hand.
I dream of turning toward you after turning out the lights
And kissing your cheek as softly as the candlelight flooded the room.
Why do I feel so much for you
When everything and everyone would be so shocked if they knew?
Do I really feel this way?
Do you even know?
Could it just be my wanting to be loved?
But if this was the case,
Why are my dreams of you?
I guess all of my questions will
Never be answered
Especially when they are only
Asked by pen and paper.
I will continue to think of you and dream of being near.
Remember that these miles and our walls cannot hide you
From my world — at least not my dream world.
28 May 1991