Last night, as I was falling asleep, I could almost feel your arms around me, I could feel them there. As I slowly drifted to sleep, the gentle presence of you just holding me was enough to chase away any unpleasant thoughts I might have. Soon, I was sleeping soundly.
But I awoke not much later, and your arms disappeared when I opened my eyes. Like smoke vanishing upon hitting the air, you were gone. Where did you go, where you even there at all?
Rolling over, I watched the side where just a minute ago you occupied, knowing that in my head I had just created you out of a dream. No one had been beside me, yet my body felt your lingering touch still.
Closing my eyes, I willed you back. I begged for you to be back, but when I opened my eyes again I did not see your face, just the emptiness. I rolled back over and glanced out my window. It was dark, so dark I could not even see the stars I knew had to be out there, so black was the night.
But still the feeling of being held stayed with me, and I didn’t want that feeling to end. Closing my eyes again, my mind drifted to a time when I was held, when I was loved. It seemed so long ago now. Would I ever have that feeling again? Would anyone see in me something worthwhile? Was I worthwhile or was I destined to be a lost soul, forever walking alone?
I know not what the future has in store for me. I know not if love will ever look my way again, embrace me. But as I once again felt sleep taking hold of me again, I felt those arms around me. This time, when I rolled over, I was fully asleep.
This time you were still there.
I may be dreaming, this may not be real, but maybe, just maybe, in my dreams, you were reaching out to me as I was to you. And maybe we did meet, meet in our dreams.
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