He likes to sit by the window
watch the sunrise
I like to watch the light
play of his hair
see the golden flecks appear
in his galaxy eyes
He likes tea in the evenings
read about faraway places
I like mint on his breath
when he whispers good night
against the side of my head
He likes watching the stars
how they twinkle in the black velvet sky
I like to listen to his heart
in the quiet silence of the night
place my hand on his heart
know the beat matches mine
He likes to sit on the sand
watch the ocean pull in and out
I like when he leans against me
shares an earbud
takes my hand
He likes to remind me
that I am enough for the world.
It does not matter he is not real
I wonder how it would be
if only he was more
then a fragment of my imagination.
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