delilah_banks

I imagine his hands floating up my neck, to my hair. He caresses the back of my shoulders as the cool breeze falls from my fan; thunder penetrating the background.

I realize he isn't here.

I meet him alone. As we roam the streets I stare at his gaze: contemplating the future as the past; never looking at the present; always dreaming of what life should be. I study my reflection in the windows: solitary, lonely. I wonder what they think of me, if they know what he's thinking, if they know I'm the only one who can't see the truth.

I watch him sleep; I imagine him gone; I wish for my solitude.

I realize that I'm the one that will never be there.