In the depth of a dream.
With the lack of clarity of a dream.
All I could feel was
the touch of his delicate hands on mine.
A small gesture that touches the heart and soul.
That makes me feel one with you.
The smell of cigarettes.
The smoke that drifted across my face.
The way we walked together.
Hand in hand, next to each other.
As real as a dream.
That night,
I visited you in my dreams.