Warmth

Found this in my drafts literally years after I originally wrote it. I'm not sure I would ever write a piece like this now but at one point it felt like the right thing to write about.

Tonight I’m dreaming of some place the sun doesn’t set,

Unending meadows with flowers of course,

Sunflowers bathed in soft sunshine.

I’m dreaming of the warmth on my skin,

The breeze that gently brushes loose ends of my tied hair,

The wet grass in between my toes.

Right in the middle of this dark night,

I’m dreaming of something I dream of quite often these days,

I’m dreaming of you.

Among those dancing sunflowers I see you,

Your back is turned to me and the blue on your shirt is glistening,

Your beautiful hands holding the camera I got you as a going away gift.

You turn to me, your face hidden behind the camera,

I smile, thinking of how you’ll stick this picture next to the others on our fridge.

Then finally you put it down and I see the entirety of your face,

The hair that falls on your forehead, the small dimple on your chin.

As you walk towards me I try to remember the moment when I became this person,

The person your love has made me.

This wasn’t a part of the plan you know,

I didn’t dream of a home,

I wasn’t thinking about who I would spend this life with,

I wanted to be the woman who could conquer, armed and unaffected,

But then you came along.

I still want to conquer but I also want the day to end with the sound of your steady heartbeat,

I still want adventure but in that stupid blue van that you painted over the weekend,

I still want to be armed but with the assurance of your irrevocable love.

You made me this person and you changed that apartment into a home.

If time were to stop forever I wish it would be here, in this sunshine, in this warmth, with you.

Yours,
Akanksha.