Something Borrowed Always Blue

Dear New,

I know you're still asleep in your bed. Your eyelids still fastened shut without a hint of sunlight piercing through to rouse your mind. But my mind has been awake for hours sweeping every memory of you I can find out of the corners. Trying to convince myself if you're really real, or if you were a beautiful perfect dreamers invention. If, in a moment that stood still even with constant interuption, you were really the smiling face. If you were really the warm body. If you were really the touching hand. If you were really the undivided attention. The searching eyes. The person who burrowed deep inside and makes me want to assure your now rousing mind, that it was not all a dream. Don't ponder simple doubts that will make you stay away. My laugh, my smile, my heart was all yours. Yesterday the night before.