Coping

vivianimbriotis | Dec. 30, 2022, 2:22 p.m.

Sometimes I imagine you

As you will be, or, well,

As you might be, someday

 

I imagine you telling me to excel

Imagine you telling me I’ll be okay

Imagine you brushing my hair behind my ear.

 

I imagine your hair as a sound and a smell

Imagine reading books together in a café

Imagine leaving you a coffee by the door

 

I’m getting too old to still be imagining

But I can’t seem to stop.

And I know it’s not real, I do.

But sometimes I still imagine you.