Here. In My Head.

Here.
In my head.
I've written to you,
whispered to you,
secrets...
stories...
I've wept
on your shoulder
with no fear
of a farewell.

Here.
In my head.
Your love
I can see
quite clearly
in your eyes,
reflecting
what is in
my own.

Here.
In my head.
We laugh
and play
and talk late
into the night,
snuggled
and cuddled,
while I take up
all the room
on the bed.
Covers, too.

Here.
In my head.
I'm not afraid
of loving you.