unloving you

Several times I found my own dream lying in front of the door. Soaked in rain. Like dirty clothes I repeatedly wash and dry in the large yard. At times like that I always remember your face and eyes when you look at me; always shady and uplifting. So I'm sure that in the end distance only separates the bodies. But he has never been able to keep away the dreams, images and memories that we embed together in the most silent longing.