When I met you you mentioned that the color of the universe would be like coffee with milk, I had never heard such a thing.
You had a white sweater with blue and you were a complete stranger with an attractive voice that I wanted to keep listening to.
I have missed you since that day you told me on the bridge that you loved me and I warned you of my inevitable obsession with people.
I've missed you ever since you told me that funny joke and then one of mine followed, as usual terribly bad.
I have been dreaming about you, I write down my dreams, I try to keep every detail.
Your side-to-side smile.
Your eyes closed.
Your lower lip trapped by your teeth.
Your expression when you are excited.
Your hair tousled.
Your eyes wide open, searching for mine.
I have been keeping you, in my ideas, in my thoughts, in my dreams.
You show up and we start all over again.
Come back soon.
Photography by Bill Dane
