I dream of the future.

You lying on our bed

Draped in white bed sheets and

Your heart splattered boxers and

Decade old socks

Watching the TV in a hypnotized daze

Your fingers clicking combinations of destruction

And resurrection with an ease and grace unknown to even angels.

As I curl against your focused form,

Eyes transfixed on your artificial fate,

I hope (pray?) for a black out.

Or a mini-bomb planted by a terrorist organization of mice

Who are just as sick of listening to loud gunshots

And screamed enchantments until

All hours of the morning as I am.

A bomb which destroys nothing but

This black box which has sucked so much

Of your attention and time.

Daydreaming of the treasure trails and

Excitement promised to us both,

I trace the ravine down the

Middle of your stomach,

Past your belly button,

To the tip of the dirty

And frayed garment you call underwear

Thinking of a time when I wanted

Nothing more than to be witness to your passionate battle

With buttons and joysticks

Hoping to one day be the object of your ardor

And wondering where that feeling went in these past years.

Did I leave it, cold and alone, in the bed sheets of our honeymoon?

Or did I sneak quietly back to reality while it stayed snoring under the stars that marked our dreams?

Did I let it slip from the pocket of my heart into the folds of the couch,

Where so many things seem to be lost and never again found?

Or did I simply forget it in the last pages of a Billy Collins anthology?

Lying across the words I wished I wrote

Drinking the syllables and letters

As lemonade.

And, as I feel my head rise and sink with your chest,

I wonder

If all the mice really wanted was a little attention

And consideration.

I wonder

If maybe, just once, you turned the game off and

Made them dinner or

Cuddled with them while they slept or

Did the dishes.

If they wouldn't have had to go to such extreme measures.

And I wonder

If that feeling

That love

That adoration that was not so long ago lost

In the folds of an artificial world of monsters and villains and magic and light sabers and codes

Will ever find its way back.