In Your Dreams
In your dreams, you're kissing her. Her face cradled in the palm of your hand, warm, soft lips pressed hard against yours. You feel her smile against you, and you love the sweet blush of her cheeks. Pulling away, running your thumb along her jaw, whispered words of love floating through your imagination, gentle like puffs of afternoon clouds. Feeling her hands on your shoulders, melting into her inviting presence, dripping like the wax of a candle onto the snow white skin of her hand.
Then you're awake, and more alone then when you drifted off to sleep.
You go to work and you see her, and you laugh with her, and sometimes, while you're supposed to be working, you imagine how life would be if your dreams were a reality. If she came home with you every night, instead of the Invincible Roy...
You can see it clearly in your mind; one of your hands resting on the steering wheel, the other laced tightly with her sweet fingers. Those fingers, stained with ink and paint, bits of charcoal buried beneath her fingernails, wearing the engagement ring that you gave to her. Driving home to your little house with a terrace, the one that she dreams about, the one you built just for her. And she's following her dreams and nothing can hold her back. You would never hold her back.
But you know it's just a fantasy. You know that she'll marry Roy. She'll marry Roy and never have paint stained hands or a house with a terrace or any of the things she really wants. And it kills you to watch her throw her life away, but you can't stop her, and even your blissful dreams hurt.