I write you in my head many times a day.
More than a fleeting thought, yet born of fleeting moments.
In an imagined reality none can steal but us,
Creatively conjoined as only we could be,
We should be.
What do I say of you in my head?
Wouldn’t you like to know?
Do you feel my thoughts as I give them energy?
Telepathically dancing through the mind scape of imagination…
May they touch you,
To yet another moment…