A dream....
I had a dream last night that you came home to me. I answered a knock at the door only to see you standing there. No sign, no trace of the tragedy that had occurred. It was as if it had never happened. I stood there staring at you staring at me. I drank you in like I was dying of thirst. Those eyes, that hair, that smile. Amazing. When I could no longer stand it I reached out to touch you. My fingers tingled as they met your face. Closer. I must be closer to you. Standing in the doorway so close that I can feel your breath on my lips I search your eyes for an answer. How are you here? How is this possible? Doesn’t matter. All that matters is I have you back. One hand is still on your face. The other lightly rests at your hip. I inhale. Breathing you in as if I were choking. A little closer. No more space between us. Our lips touch. Sparks. Life. This is what I have been missing. Feeling. Our lips move together, gently. I taste you as if I had never tasted anything before. Heaven. I pull back from you with a questioning look in my eyes. You don’t speak. You haven’t said a word. But neither have I. Doesn’t matter. You are here. Lips touching again. Eyes squeezed tightly shut. I need you. More of you. Forever. Don’t leave me. I feel your hand rest upon my face. Your love for me radiates through your touch. I open my eyes slowly. A single tear falls down my cheek. I wanted so badly for it to be true. I was desperate for it. But it’s not. It can never be. You are gone.
