Sometimes.

Sometimes
When I am alone here
And the lights are out
I imagine a slow-dance with you.

Sometimes
When my hammer swings
And the nail is hit just right
There is a spark
And I imagine building a house for you.

Sometimes
While tying my shoes or washing the dishes
Alone, here
I imagine your hand on my back or neck or even on my ass
Lightly, lovingly, longingly.

Sometimes
I just want to crank the wheel of my truck
And drive to you
Openly weeping and yours.

I say sometimes
But
There are no other times
When
I don't think of these things.