The sanctuary

You no longer race through my mind.

You casually walk in to rest.

Leisurely strolling by.

Smiling.

You’re home.

You always have been.

Laying in my mind, you hum sweetly.

I listen.

Entranced by the sound.

Playing with the blades of grass,

strumming them lightly.

I observe in silence.

You are a figment of my imagination,

but you feel so real.

As if I could reach out and caress your tan skin.

How smooth it must feel.

Alas this is all a scene that my mind is playing out.

A movie stuck on repeat.