Better With Two
He came to me in a dream once
that lonely traveler of time and space.
In those hazy middle of the night moments,
I felt the soothing balm of contentment soak in.
As our hands touched, I knew his words were true:
"You know the thing you need most of all?
You need a hand to hold."
By his side, I was no longer
an ordinary girl—cold, alone
in a tiny dimly lit bedroom,
a name with a face.
Every cell of me mattered to him.
I was treasured, accepted, warm.
In my dreams and on the screen,
we find each other.
His face sometimes different,
his hearts always the same.
He takes my hand, leading me
to his next adventure,
always better with two.