In My Mind Poem by Elizabeth Shield

In my mind, there is a room
Who's color scheme and
Mod designs are
Usually just for me and
Sometimes if a caller comes
I let them in
If we are friends I
Let them stay awhile, because
Its lonely in my perfect room, and
All the best times are when you
Decide to stop in and to stay
Here with me, and
Since I care for you
A lot, when you are tired
You can sleep, on my bed.
My perfect bed has room
For two, and when you
Sleep I watch you breath
And wish I could lie
Next to you, but you
Aren't mine, so I will stay
Here, waiting for you to
Wake up, for you
To make me laugh again

Once in a while, if
I am tired, I will
Imagine you are too, and
That you come in to my room
And see me sleeping, but
Instead of leaving you
Lie by my side and
Hug me close so
When I wake I am warm
And I hug you back before
I fall back asleep again

I love you when
You hug me in my room
The one that is
In my head, with all the
Pretty colors, and soft
Blankets, we wrap ourselves in
Sleeping with a head and hand
On your chest, with you
Hugging me close, and
Breathing into my hair,
Making it flutter back
And forth against my ear
Until evening comes, and
I get up to watch the
Sun set slowly, through
The window with you
At my side, and hearing the
Birds calling their sweet
Farewells outside my room
Where cool mountain air moves
Through the trees and carries
The milkweed fluff up into
The marsh-mellow pink sky
With cotton candy clouds,
And an early moon
Hanging like a necklace
Above us, in my head
I have everything,
Because you are there
With me, and the
Boundaries that show up
In normal circumstances
Aren't there anymore

But then…
I wake up and I
Know that my dream
Will never become a
Reality, and all I can
Do is watch from
Afar and wish I could
Walk up and hug
You and that you
Would feel the same
Way as me, because
I like you and, its
Awful to be the
Only one left wanting
I hope that you
Are left wanting
Too, since then you
Might try harder and
Then it wont feel so
Bad to be me, all
Alone in my room
Watching the sun set
And standing alone
In the cold mountain
Breeze and hearing the
Birds call sweet farewells
With no one to say
Farewell to but
The eternal orange sun