The Dream

I remember it vividly.

I woke in the dark.
Determined to hold it.

Went over it again and again
committing it to memory.

So dawn wouldn't take it
for itself.

I drifted off.

When I woke
the details were gone.

An arm.
Maybe an embrace.

No room.
No words.
No faces.

Only the feeling.

Warm.
Close.
Real.
Whole.

As if we were not separate.

There was nothing to picture.
Nothing to replay.

Nothing left.

Just the emotion.
The base of it.

The rawest type of feeling.

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