The Light At The End Of A Dimly Lit Hall - Poetry Dump

Daydreams

I count the days

 survive the nights

 I dream of you,

 your smile,

 your hands.

 Though you are not a person,

 merely a figure,

 I know of your love,

 your pain,

 your emotions.

  hand holding is but a picture in my head.

 a flash.

 the soft candlelight.

 the soft voices.

 I picture a kiss on the cheek.

 I wish I could see you.

 But as I cannot,

 Instead I count the days

 and survive the nights