The dream of you
Even more beautiful than you is the dream of you— a vision I cradle in silence, softer than breath, sweeter than touch, the promise of your nearness even when you are far. So what if I don’t have you— I still have my dream of you, a quiet star burning in my chest, a fragrance without a flower, a song without a singer that still fills the night with music. And in that music I ache, and in that music I rest, loving you and letting you go in the same breath.