It was never ready anyway

Waiting for the sun to start its dance across the Northern sky and wondering the way I do what is it makes me think of you?
and all you really have to do is be there for me every day with light to guide me on my way.

I dream
and nothing’s real,
but all those things you
made me feel
are folded carefully
and placed into
the moments when
I think of you.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.