Dreaming you up

My Love,

I miss you even when I’m with you. I don’t understand why. You’re there and I’m here. I see you. I hear you. I feel you. I smell the scent of your love caressing me as I breathe you in. Your words reach me deep down, filling my well. I am not without, “want for naught”. I turn to take your hand. I feel your squeeze and it comforts me, corrects my melancholy.  Suddenly I turn. You smile and I want to kiss you. I want the warmth of my lips to reach you. I want to explode in your heart like a storm, make you feel pleasure and pain. You begin to fade like a sunset descending on the horizon. You’re here but you’ve gone.  The void fills the noise in my head with the silence that echos in my heart. A silent painful thump. The soft dagger that forces me to answer my own question, respond to my ache. You’re not really here. I look at my hand and it is empty. Your tenderness and intensity are lacking in my life. I am left to look at you through strangers, realizing… I’ve been dreaming you up.

I love you anyway.

Kisses!

Your Butterfly

©2019 Mel Gutiér

4 thoughts on “Dreaming you up

  1. Oh Mel, I had to go for the reserve tissue box, this is exquisitely superb, and totally resonates for me… and your first line got me right into story straight off…..
    “I miss you even when I’m with you. I don’t understand why. You’re there and I’m here”

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