You Are Not The One

You Are Not The One               

                                                                                                                      

I can't imagine

waking up to the sight of you,

sitting at the edge of my bed, 

holding coffee and reading 

Hemingway. 

And I can't picture 

you grabbing my hand

as we amble

 through alley-ways 

and museums. 

I can't even begin to consider 

that you can be sleeping beside me, 

caressing my cheek 

and tucking a strand of hair 

behind my ear.

I don't think you could ever be 

that person that I see daily 

in every corner of my dreams 

and in every crevice of my hopes

and every niche of my being. 

But here you are, 

in front of me, 

leaving me nothing 

but incredibly 

confused. 

Reviews

[Emily B]

you have an incredibly engaging style, i look forward to reading more of you