The girl inside the woman

We would lie there for endless hours
staring at the ceiling,
at each other.

She would cuddle up to me,
her eyes fluttering, glittering,
and murmur in my ear.

The girl would come out,
smiling, whispering, snuggling,
telling me in her sweet sweet voice
that she'd missed me.

I held her close every time,
telling her of a future absurd,
in which the girl could come out,
and become the woman inside.

-julien