A letter to my love

Imagine, my dear,
Imagine we are not as close as we are now
That your fingers,
Are not laced in mine,
That the rhythm,
of your pulse,
Cannot be felt,
And our eyes, my love,
Cannot see the other.

Imagine, my sweet,
Imagine that we are but placed far apart,
That your life,
Does not touch mine,
That the lilting,
of your voice,
Cannot be heard,
And our minds, my darling,
Know not of the other.

I remember those times,
I remember that life.
I remember the longing,
wishing,
dreaming,
hoping,
that you would find me,
Even though I didn't know who You were.

An empty space,
So large,
It could not be measured
Until you filled it with your love.

Our love.

Imagine not, dear one.
Imagine not.
We are here.