As a lone tear pricks my cheek,
It sparkles in the dreamscape sun,
That beams through the remembrance,
Of a glass door that no longer is.

I inhale a familiar scent,
A scent I’m not sure how I remember,
My fingers clutching at the fabric,
Of a memory hanging on your shoulders,
As they brush the wisps of curl hanging at the nape of your neck.

And a whisper escapes my lips, involuntarily,
Like breathing, like yesterday was a bad dream,
And this is my relief, this stolen moment,
“I’ve missed you so….so much.”

Your breath lingers in my ear,
Before looking into my eyes,
Tracing my lips with a finger,
And slowly brushing away the tear.

Each touch an ache straight to my heart.

How does one live as half of oneself?

“I wish I could tell you…”

But how does one begin at all?

As I hold you tight, stifling any sobs with your shoulder,
“All the times I wished you could have been there,
Sharing the joy, the accomplishment, the sadness,
The discovery, the adventure…”
Looking into those eyes again,
The ones I will never forget,
“For everything that has ever happened,
My heart wrote you a letter without meaning to,
A letter that was whispered unconsciously,
In sleep….like this.”

You smile, like you always smile,
You tell me the words my heart hungers for,
And then you say you must go,
But promise to be back soon.

This time…this time instead of the ever repetitive,
“Don’t forget me”, I slipped my fingers into your hand,
And said,“Take me with you.”

A courage that was 10 years too late.