You

I am always thinking of 

the galaxies I haven't wandered

the woods I haven't traversed

the words, " And miles before I go to sleep"

that I have never had the chance to mouth

I constantly dream of a sweetheart in a foreign town,

in exotic, distant places.

And I almost miss you.

You are not foreign

You are not a jungle

And yet you make me want to dream

like all galaxies could not compare

to your presence,

your smile.