Haven’t Met You Yet
Dear You,
I miss you and we haven’t even met yet. I miss you because there’s a space in my heart where you should be but it’s empty. And, that hurts.
I think about you every day… especially at night. I’m the loneliest at night with nothing but my teddy bear to keep me warm. I close my eyes and imagine that I’m holding you. Actually, I do a lot of that… imagining things. I imagine how you’ll look. How you’ll sound. How you’ll feel snuggled up against me. I even imagine exactly how we’ll meet. I’ve seen it all in my head.
We’ll meet at my favorite place. Starbucks. I’ll be sitting in the comfy, orange chair by the window. It’s a slow day so the other three chairs in the circle will be empty. At first, I’ll be irritated when you come in and sit down across from me. There are so many places to sit and yet you choose to invade my space. You’ll be working on your laptop and I’ll be writing a poem. Oddly, it’ll be about us but we won’t know that yet. At some point, we’ll both look up. As corny and cliché as it is, my heart will skip a beat. I’ll get lost in the warm pools that are your beautiful eyes and the rest will be history.
That’s why I spend so much time there… I don’t want to miss out on meeting you. What if you show up one day and I’m not there? Will you know to come back again and look for me sitting by the window? Of course you…
