Day dreaming

If I close my eyes, "we" are there underneath my eye lids. We are barely there.

We are standing behind the door of my bedroom with you leaning into me on the doorframe. We are sitting against my bed, talking about an invisible future. You are hiding in my wardrobe from unknowing parents.

We are lying on the cold tiles of my balcony, staring up at the stars. We are in the kitchen, with me sitting on a counter top and your arms around my waist. You are waiting outside by your car, smiling.

But, we are barely there.
We are the mist in the early days of summer, blurry and quickly to fade under a second glance. It's difficult to fantasise about  "us" when your image dissolves under my touch.

But it's still there in my day dreams. Barely.