Moje Laska

You sit beside me with a pen in hand, Taking notes. Our arms brush gently, A fleeting touch And a spark ignites. Late at night, My thoughts wander to you. Memories of what happened And what could be. I speak with my voice, You speak with your eyes. When I have nothing to say, We communicate through silence. You make me laugh When no one else can. You bring light to my darkness, Color to my paleness, Hope to my life. My mind drifts, and suddenly You are there, Your arms around me, Whispering softly, Telling me, “Relax.” And then, I awake. You are gone; I am alone. It was just a dream.