London Poem: Day 80

5 November

I waited for ages for this,
For you.
Months of dreaming of your hand,
And your kiss
Gave way to a love I couldn’t touch.
And, no matter how far I stretched
My arm, arching and straining,
I found nothing but empty space
And longing.
Now, months have elapsed,
And I find myself wrapped in you
It is odd where time takes us.
How can a love dreamed
Become a love lived?
It was easy with you,
But silly traumas threaten
Warm perfection, and all
Of the world’s we have
Dreamed together.
Let the man you met
Push through again,
To be the man you can
Never see yourself without.

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