Sometimes I wish that you were here
not in the atmosphere.
Sometimes I wish that you were in my bed
not in my head.
Sometimes I wish that we could take a walk,
sit in the grass and talk.
Sometimes I wish that we could share a meal,
and reach across the table
that this is not a fantasy
Some times I wish that I could look into your eyes,
smile and feel
the wonderful surprise
that you are lying here with me
in a place I thought you’d never be
and we could go together to that magic land
and I am holding you and not what’s in my hand.
But then I know it’s just a spell
a time of foolishness
a time to sadly sigh, “oh well.”
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