Sometimes I Imagine

Sometimes I imagine pulling around the corner see your car, either waiting to take me out or just surprising me with a hangout.

Sometimes I imagine you leave something on my doorstep, something I mentioned in passing.

Sometimes I imagine you ring my bell and kiss me passionately when I answer...they can’t all be movie kisses, but every now and again it works.

Sometimes I imagine getting off work and see you waiting outside.

Sometimes I imagine you give me time; unadulterated, to do with as I please. Sometimes it’s spent in silence, others it’s the question game.

Sometimes I imagine looking at you from across a room, our connection completely missed by everyone else, but palpable between us.

Sometimes I imagine you let me tell you everything, every thought that comes to mind; all without judgment or fear of loss.

Sometimes I imagine that my heart swells when you make eye contact with me and smile.

Sometimes I imagine you just want to be around me cuz no matter what, I’m just that charming.

Sometimes I imagine you talk, sharing what you’re going through to shoulder the burden.

Sometimes I imagine you cross a group of people, just to hold my hand.

Sometimes I imagine riding in your car, playing games and passing time.

Sometimes I imagine you whisper to me that you need more time, but that you feel the same.

Sometimes I think my emotions are too much, that there’s no basis.

Sometimes I look at cars that match yours, thinking it might be you and I can catch a glimpse.

Sometimes I cry because I have to let you go.

Sometimes I cry because I don’t want to.