I saw you in my dreams last night. We locked eyes and you smiled at me.
Those butterflies that I haven’t felt in a very long time came tumbling back.
Those feelings that I thought were gone came back from the death.
I felt alive.
I felt your love.
You motion for me to come and you even mouthed, “please.”
I was scared–frightened.
Like a lost child, I didn’t know what to do.
A gentle breeze passed by me, “go on child,” it whispered.
My feet started moving on their own and I didn’t fight it.
The closer I came to you, the more I trembled.
Was this for real?
Was I finally going to be able to touch you again?
My hopes came rushing in. A shy smile adorned my face.
I felt young again and ran the rest of the way.
I jumped into your arms and told you, “Please! Please don’t leave me again.”
As you caressed my hair you whispered, “be brave.”
I embrace you tighter. I know what’s going to happen again and I don’t want this to end.
Please don’t let this end.
Please don’t take this away from me.
Yet I know that even if I beg it won’t come true.
The same wretched wind that brings us together every night makes an appearance.
Only this time it takes you with her. I try to hold on. I do.
But in the end, I end up where I started and I wonder, will I ever be able to move on without thinking of you?