Enough Time For Love

I have a recurring dream of me and her waking up next to each other on a spring weekend morning. The sun is past dawn, the sky blue, our sheets tangled, and my heart full. I turn over and see that she’s faced away from me. In some dreams the nape of her neck is covered by long hair, in others it’s short. Sometimes her skin is dark and gorgeous, other times it’s fair and beautiful. When I actually wake up, my bed is smaller and empty. I toss around and find no one else besides me. Some moments pass and I accept that it was a dream, and I close my eyes for a few more moments trying to grasp for the emotions I felt. They slip away. The morning is darkened by the loneliness. Spring and summer mornings are dimmed, while fall and winter mornings feel like night. If it’s overcast and raining, I feel the insult to injury. Honest men don’t kick stray dogs while they’re down like this, so why did God choose to kick me? Coffee usually shakes me out of the mood. Well, coffee and the fact that most

I have a recurring dream of me and her waking up next to each other on a spring weekend morning. The sun is past dawn, the sky blue, our sheets tangled, and my heart full. I turn over and see that she’s faced away from me. In some dreams the nape of her neck is covered by long hair, in others it’s short. Sometimes her skin is dark and gorgeous, other times it’s fair and beautiful. When I actually wake up, my bed is smaller and empty. I toss around and find no one else besides me. Some moments pass and I accept that it was a dream, and I close my eyes for a few more moments trying to grasp for