Things My Subconscious Wishes For (1)

Last night, I dreamt of you

You, past a rosy haze that blurred out the color of your eyes

You, past a partition I couldn't see

You, reflecting my own pleas back at me

Last night, I dreamt of you

Your beautiful hands, like moonlight against a solid night

Your smooth voice, like the taste of sweet honey

Your soft lips, forming words in a language I have never understood

Sometimes, when I see you in my mind, I forget everything but you

Everything but your face and your body and your song, almost like spellcraft

Everything, because when I told you that you were everything I needed, you echoed it back

And those nights, I wake to my skin damp with tears and a plea caught in my throat

Sometimes, when I see you in my mind, I want to shout

I want to wrap my arms around your shoulders and press my lips to your ear to ask 

I want to hold you so that it never occurs to you to leave

And those nights, I wake to an ache in my lungs that I think they call heartbreak

So you see, last night, I dreamt of you

I dreamt that you stood with an arm out towards me,

Waiting,

But when I woke, it was to the sound of sparrows and not your song,

It was to the light of morning sun and not your smile,

It was to my empty room and not you

I want to wake up next to you again.