when?

last night i said “good night”
and cried myself some tears.
i held my pillow as though it was you
and dreamt that you were near.

but thoughts of you – holding mi
your fingers caressing down my spine
they brought us close together
but only in my mind.

and i began to wonder..

when will our eyes meet? when can i touch you?
will this ache that i feel ever end?
tell mi i wont ever have to
hold tight to this pillow again.

the road takes you away as it must
but the closer you get (to mi) the more i ache.
its as though i can feel the heat from you
even though you’re miles away.

we started out with our stories
two wounded hearts afraid to share
and yet all i want at this very moment
is to wake and find you there,

to find a safe place to land,
in your arms protected and safe.
to know that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be
than right here in this place.

to know that you have given mi
a part of you so rare
that words don’t even matter
for it shows within your stare.

and so i lie here silently staring
at the ceiling and the walls
hugging this pillow, as if it was you
just praying for you to call.

and you do.

and i melt – at the sound of your voice.

it never fails and i cant explain
this burn inside of mi
is the coolest thing that i’v ever felt
i wish that you could see.

i don’t know how you do it
but i lose it every time it seems.
what i would give to be wrapped in your arms
instead of in merely in my dreams.

and i wonder..

when will our eyes meet? when can i touch you?

will this ache that i feel ever end?

please, tell mi i wont ever have to
hold tight to this pillow again.

please.

“mi”
© michelle bryant