Two Worlds

I'm sitting in my room all alone.
At least that's how it would appear.
Something else is keeping me company.
You may think it's these sweet beats forming a melody

But really I'm just talking to my dear.
Wondering how I talk to someone who isn't near?
It's easy: I take out paper and a pen.
As I write to him I slip into a world of my own.
I'm no longer writing; I'm talking to him.
He's with me, lending a listening ear.
As I spill my thoughts,
He smiles and gently nods in response.
I close my conversation lovingly,
And fade back to what you may call reality.
But I keep him in my heart,
Only to look forward to the next time,
When I slip into my world of sweet sublime.

-Jillian Anderson
August 19, 2007