"Recollections Of A Dream"

I know that maybe I shouldn't
But sometimes I think of you
And what could have been
All the things we could have done
Simple pleasures to share together

Dinner in an outdoor cafe
You sipping latte, me drinking soda
Our conversation on little things
Hands nervously reaching across the table
To touch lightly in tenderness

Walking on a lightly wooded trail
Bird songs and squirrel chatter
On our way to a special place
Where we can sit on a blanket and talk
About all the places we aim to see together

Browsing in an old bookstore
The books piled all around us
As we sit cross legged on the floor
Immersed in other worlds and dreams,
Yet grounded lovingly in our own

Early morning Saturdays at the flea market
Not looking for anything particular
Just walking along hand in hand
Seeing if anything catches our eye
Among tiffany lamps, free pups, and anything's a dollar

Quiet evenings spent on a couch for two
You with a book, me with a film
Your body curled softly against mine
Reminding us we are here together
In this dreamt of, wonderful life we have chosen

Two seats in a darkened movie theater
My hand held lovingly in your lap
Your head resting on my shoulder
Enjoying the time we can be away from the world
And enjoying another together

A cross-country drive on a Sunday
Watching the hills and fields roll by
As we marvel at god's wonderful painting
Of color and majestic wonder
Giving thanks for you and me and for love

I know that maybe I shouldn't
But sometimes I just think of you
All these things that could have been
All these things we could have done
Now but only little recollections of a dream