But I Think of You

So many vices, so many outlets. Everybody finds and holds onto something to get us through those difficult times. Something to help get us through the days when we are greeted with such unbearable loneliness.  Something that helps gets us through the nights that bring us uncomfortable solitude. 

See her. Her evenings are filled with regret over the one love she let get away.  And this woman.  She spends and spends the money of her rich husband, a man who is never home.  That man over there. He drinks his nights away alone until he ultimately passes out.

But I think of you.  And I dream of you.  You take me to that place I forever long to be. You hold me and keep me until I’m again ready to face my days.

See her.  She’s on her phone, passing her frustrations and her nights to another who’s too kind to say she doesn't want to listen. She wastes away her days by watching meaningless television.  Soaps, reality, and talk shows, there’s always another show that needs to be seen.  This cruel businessman.  He beats out his daily frustrations on his submissive wife, the one person he knows who won’t fight back.

But I think of you.  And I dream of you.  I’ve got you to save me.  I’ve got you to deliver me through these tough times.  

This woman. She sits and stews and plots the ways of how she might one day kill her abusive husband.  And that clean, shaven gentleman.  He races home evening after evening to live out his most perverse fantasies, chatting with women on the internet who he knows he will never meet. If you could see this man after quitting time, you'd see he is at the same bar, on the same stool, tie loosened, a cold bottle of Budweiser gripped in his hand.

But I think of you.  And I dream of you.  And I run to you and hold you in my tired arms.  And I rest my head on your supportive shoulder.

Over there. In her sweater drawer is hidden a bottle of Vicodin, an almost daily release that takes her to heaven that she believes wouldn't otherwise exist.  That woman there.  When it all seems too much, she throws herself at the first available man, needing to feel touch, praying that this one will lead to something more.  That man with those dark eyes.  He rejects what he can’t have. Instead, he looks online for the tightest bodies he can find for the lowest price available.  

But I think of you.  And I dream of you.  You fulfill me like no other. I’m so thankful that you’ve helped me become the man I’ve always wanted to be.