Week 15

Sometimes I feel like
I see you so clearly
that I can just reach out
and touch you,
travel from my universe to yours.
I see you on a plane,
in a car, driving,
my song on the radio,
the grass ever green.
Your wife is holding your hand
pregnant in the front seat,
and you see a girl crossing the street,
dark hair that looks familiar.
Your heart stops,
but she smiles differently
and you breathe again.
Your wife notices,
asks if everything is okay.
You smile and say you just remembered something,
grateful it wasn't me.
Can't stop thinking of me,
I can't stop thinking of you.
So we meet in consciousness
saying hello,
in our daydreams, in our sleep,
I reach out and touch you
through the universe,
you feel me kiss your cheek.