A quiet night
I wish for arms
To hold me as I sleep
An early morning
A table with one plate and cup
The other chair pushed back in invitation
To that someone of someday
I drum my fingers in impatience
And dash images before they congeal
Lest I take imagination for something hoped for
and believe it to be real.
RED GLADIOLA 
Oh Wow, this has a familiar ring to it… Great Poem!
Thanks! ❤
Wow- you’re good! Diggin your work and am grateful you led me here with your follow. “To that someone of someday” – golden.
Thank you! That’s very sweet of you. =)