I like the idea of you
the idea I’ve created of who you are
where you’re from
what you sound and look like
when you laugh

I like the idea of you
giving me the space I need to work
and there for advice and encouragement
mutual respect of each other’s work and passion
mutual interest in each other’s separate worlds

I like the idea of you
not to rely and need you
but the idea of you adds a
certain pleasantness to my day

I like the idea of you
not to place expectations
but to allow myself to believe
the idea of you exists
somewhere

I like the idea that
when I’m ready
and when someone like you is ready
the balance I crave will exist

I like the idea
not so much emphasis on you
but the faceless idea

blind hope, perhaps—you’re
just an idea.