Trapped in the Lotus-Eaters' Den

I thought about you again last night.

Well, more like dreamed about you again.

When I woke up, I cried a little.

         I cried because I miss you.

         I miss the unique swagger in your walk.

         I miss the arrogant way you hold yourself.

         I miss the smirk that plays across your lips when I say something particularly witty.

I cried because I wanted you there so badly,

         lying next to me,

                   breathing softly,

                             dreaming fantastical things.

I can never get back to sleep after dreams of you.

My thoughts start to haunt me.

         What is he doing now?

         Is he thinking of me?

         Will we be together in the future?

The only way to soothe myself back to sleep is to imagine a life with you,

but that makes it so hard for me to wake up the next morning.

I’m lost in a utopia with you and I don’t want to be interrupted.

Trapped in the lotus-eaters’ den.