Fantasy

As the tree branches sway to tap my window,
I close my eyes and fantasize they are your knuckles instead,
Gently knocking on the window to steal my attention,
To wisk me away and tell me you love me.

As I sit alone and face judgement of harsh eyes,
I imagine those eyes belonged to you,
Watching me affectionately,
Expressing a love too passionate for words.

As I walk through the crowded room and my hand is brushed by a stranger,
I dream it was no stranger at all,
That you would wrap your strong hands around mine gently,
Causing all worries to vanish, as I know I will be safe with you.

As I see her in your arms,
I pray someday you will be holding me instead,
That the world's constant spinning will slow,
That you will hold me forever and never let go.