Reverie

My heart is full of love for you,
As much, or more, than when
My arm around your waist,
Your steps would match my stride.

My memories are clear,
Like seeing you through polished glass.
At times, I glimpse my own reflection,
Standing by your side.

Your memories keep me company,
And often, my lips curve into a smile—
At something you did,
A decade or two ago.

And then, it’s as if
You’ve stepped into another room.
I find myself calling your name,
Suspended in the silence,
Unsure if I hear
Your hushed reply.

Then I shake myself loose
From this reverie.
Though no boards creak, no doors slam,
Our little house now empty,
Save for me.

And I try to remember
What I was doing
Before I traveled back in time.