Edges of a Dream

A hand reaches out, hesitant,
fingertips grazing the edge of a dream.
In the space between breaths,
uncertainty lingers,
its cold grip tightening around the chest.
Eyes search for a sign,
a flicker of warmth in the distance,
but the air remains still,
heavy with what might never be.
The silence stretches on,
an endless horizon where hope
fades like the last light of day.

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