I close my eyes for a second, turn slightly and he is there.
The one I loved through time.
The rush of emotions weaken me, I am barely able to withstand the force - anger, pain, relief, joy... it seems like forever but we are touching and talking.
The thing with love is that while flexible, it also blinds.
I forget past hurts and embrace the now.
I loved him before, that mattered more.
It was a sign, for that I was glad - against the odds, we were united.
I believed in second chance and was willing to work it out.
I held his hand, he started to fade leaving me baffled.
Realization hit, I was set to fight.
No! I screamed, I'm not loosing you again.
I grab at him, stumble and wake with a start.
It was a dream a cruel wicked dream.
