Trials of Love

Just A Dream?

One moment I am staring at your picture. The next, into your eyes. 

Bright and cerulean. 

My eyes widen, as you slowly lean in. They flutter shut as your warm breath hits my face. A feeling of something soft pressed against my forehead sends shivers down my spine. 

My mind is a mess. My heart is a mess.

Your lips stay there for so long, as if never wanting to let go, and then curve into a soft smile. The feeling is deeply imprinted on my memory. Forever mine.

But then, your lips tremble, and the feeling fades into nothingness. Eyes darting open, I look around. Then straight back at your picture. Straight through you. Your pained and helpless soul. Tears well up in my eyes.

Was it just a dream?

Tears well up in your eyes.

No, it wasn't.

Invisible hands reach out, to wipe my tears. But that is what they are: invisible.

You want to hold me. Say you are right in front of me. Say you love me. That you'll never leave me.

But, you can't.

You'll fade away. Pass away. Just as it was supposed to be.