To be interpreted as you wish

These are the days that rarely come; the days I rarely see.

"What's the schedule for today?" I turned to my distant love.

He said not a word but he smirked with that grin where his dimples were craters in the moon and his eyes were the stars that defined what light was. I cupped the sides of his face and brushed my thumbs across his cheekbones. Together we melted and his touch was the only thing I knew. He put his lips to my forehead and the tears trailed down his cheeks then onto my skin. I pull away even though I am weak. I step back and he grabbed for the door knob. He walked away and the door shut behind him with a tiny creak which was simultaneously in sync with my heart. I go to re-open the door to capture one last glance but then he was gone. And before I knew it I was staring at the ceiling of the room laying on his California king bed. Gone. The day where you come back to me has yet to come, but darling you stay in my dreams.