To you
In a dream of mine, your eyes dance at me. You hold my face and tell me you love me. You mean it.
In another, I send you pictures of the snow and we laugh over the phone about old jokes. “Come home soon,” I say. “Your voice is my home.” “Two poets, married. Imagine that.” I can almost feel you beside me in bed.
In still another, you lean over to kiss my head and swollen belly, then you return to reading your book. The fireplace warms our feet as we play footsie under the blanket. I think to you in my head, “what a wonderful time it will be, making a family with you.”
Your warm face, your ginger hair, your dancing eyes. I hope for you around every corner. I pray for you in every room my eyes sweep across. I look for you on every crowded street. You are every dream of mine.