Pipe Dreams
It's days like this that I think of you harder than I normally do. I mean all the bright red hearts and ads in my face and every Twitter feed how do I stop myself? I don't want to, anyways. So stranger, we're out in the universe, walking our own paths. We're living; different careers, hobbies, lifestyles. Our backgrounds don't even come close. Yours, a silver spoon in the mouth and while I live hand to mouth. Different journeys but on to the same things. We're seeking to connect at some point. Companionship, to belong, be wanted and understood. Friend, our priorities align and maybe that's why our paths crossed. After 'nice to meet you', and some jokes, we hit it off. We talk daily. We have a couple of decades to catch up on and time and energy is all we got for that. This is fun. Your company is great and you seem to laugh a lot. Oh, did I tell you about your gorgeous smile? Your subtle touches on my palm. Your goodbye hugs and safe presence. I c