Who Are You?

 

Night comes, I fall asleep, and dream

In my dreams, I see you

You are always there

Who are you?

Your face obscured, but your presence familiar

Your touch is as real as though you are right beside me

I feel like I have known you my whole life

Your voice — though I never truly hear it — I know it to be warm, deep, and rich.

Who are you?

Every night, a different dream, but you remain the same

A constant in the ever-changing land of dreams

Some nights, you hold me close, encased in strong arms, protected and loved.

Some nights, we hold hands, stroll aimlessly, or simply laugh and play.

But some nights, like tonight, I lie curled into you, my head on your chest, 

Your heart beats beneath, filling my ears. 

My arms wrapped across your waist, anchoring. 

Legs entangled with yours, resting on the coffee table

Your fingers run absently through my hair, 

a soothing rhythm while you watch the TV

You give a chaste kiss every time I stir

But your face remains obscure when I look at you

It is these nights, the morning after, when I would awake to reality and, 

with longing, to realise that you were a dream.

All these nights with you are bittersweet —
as painful to remember as they are to lose.

I am plagued with questions that make no sense...

Where are you?

Why do I miss you so much?

What is this yearning and longing I feel?

Who are you?....

My days are steeped in longing and melancholy,
missing a part of my soul — a half I’ve never met.

Questions that will never be answered.