Here

Here.
There are images of you.
Trapped behind the lids of my eyes.
It is Here;
That I choose to open up to you.

Here.
There is but you and I.
Between our hearts nothing more than silence.
It is Here;
That words are expendable and a simple glance could explain it all.

Here.
There are sunflowers that make up the sun.
Flourishing petals to warm our souls.
It is Here;
That the grass is absent of negativity and weeds.

Here.
There are dimmed lights and melancholy songs.
A mood set that I could greet your fingertips with mine.
It is Here;
That we touch palms to whisper lyrics against each other.

Here.
There is only fantasy.
Fantasy that I would sell my very spirit to create as a reality for you.
It is Here;
That I dream of you and I as
Us.