When you’re alone,
Do you imagine someone with you,
Next to you?
Who are you imagining?
Who’s silken hair are you running your hands though?
Who’s head is on your shoulder during the dizzying bus ride?
Who’s smiling eyes are capturing you from across the Mac n cheese dinner?
What about in bed?
Who’s body are you imagining pressed against yours?
Who’s neck are you breathing warm morning air on?
Who’s legs are taking up all the space?
Who’s the one you kiss, when you wish you were kissing?
Is it an unknown figure waiting to be filled in?
Or Is it someone you once knew?
Someone you loved?