I imagine you asleep, curled up in my bed.
My bed. I want more than just my own indent
there. I want your’s. This small world I have,
it is big enough for the both of us, I promise.

I imagine you meeting my friends. We could
go out for a drink together, and no one would
have to tell stories about someone who doesn’t
exist, and no one feels left out.

I imagine you here, with me, and we could do
anything. But it’s only imagination because
you’re there, and the only time I see you
is through this screen. I want to see you soon.