you forgot to pack your pillow

wouldn't it be nice to come home from work to a beautiful man
chit- chat all small talk- like till we doze off to that dreamland
sometimes wrapped around his body, sometimes just hand in hand
drifting off on a lullaby...
the perfect song of his steady breath keeping time with that unfaltering fan
with half eyes i'll watch his chest rise and fall
his arms and legs sprawled
and my quiet sighs...
just rejoicing
not attempting to decipher dreaming
reality
beautiful you
laying next to little ole me
letting me just be
letting you just sleep
so sweet

don't forget love
how much we fit love
don't forget love
how much i miss love

so nice the days and nights beside this beautiful man
if only, someday i hope, i pray he understands
i'm not forever and neither is he
but at least we have now
all these mornings bowed
when i come home from work
and you're gentle smirk
as i join you in bed, hand in hand
and that unfaltering fan
till illuminated is our apartment
rush hour traffic interrupting silent
and this finally rested soul wakes beside him
and sees itself--
a mirror of good wishes
a heart of gold trinkets
something to put in your pocket
under your pillow for safe- keeping
all those in the moment sweet nothings

but, i know, nothings meant to last
indeed, moments are left behind so fast
in your absence i feel it
while so far from your skin
reality shifts
... but every once and again
out of my pocket
under my pillow
is all our forevers
i take them out, just for awhile, to remember

don't forget love
how much we fit love
don't forget love
how much i miss love