WONDER

Sometimes
I like to imagine
you sitting in some tastefully decorated room,
a glass of wine
lazy
in your hand,
your lips red from its taste,
and thoughts of me
gentle in your mind.

I imagine
a soft smile teasing your lips
as you remember some funny thing
I said
or my pale fingers
ghosting along your spine.

I imagine you
wondering
of me
and my place in the vast cruel world
now
and wondering,
maybe wishing
if ever I have sat,
red wine warm in my veins,
thinking of you,

as I am doing now.

Edward Lee