Touch

I want to sit on a park bench with you, under the shade of a tree, in the middle of a gorgeous day. Tell me about your hopes, your dreams, as you sit on my lap, as I stroke your beautiful hair. Tell me about the restaurant last night--was it good, I ask, running a finger lightly across your lips, as you smile with those luminous eyes. Hold me, I ask, as we pull each other in closer, and feel the warmth, the energy, the love that surrounds ourselves. I look into the sky, hoping this moment stays, a tear coming down my face. We get up, and walk to the river, holding hands in that funny way. I kiss you on the cheek, and tell you I love you. You whisper in my ear, I love you too.

I've been here; I'll be here again.