REVERIE

Reverie

I dreamt of a face
passing beneath the door frame,
lighting up the room
like it does
with bright eyes and grin,
turning heads.
Not mine. 
I'd been already watching
and waiting.
I'd seen the sadness
in eyes and words
before...
but not this night.
Reaching for his hand,
just a playful touch
leading,
like children at the park
"Would you push me on the swing?"
Such great care taken
each time
meeting his eyes with my own.
Not wishing for him to see
something that wasn't there,
or something that was.
I dreamt of a face.
This morning I smiled...

-K.M.Q.F.
2/9/2014