You brushed your hands over my face in my dream.. You swept through me like a cold winter wind sneaks through my clothes and cuts me to the bone… You reminded me of that smile.. the smell.. the past.
You gave me hope.. for just a second as I basked in your hands lifting my spirits.. Raising me to a place I never knew I could be.. Loved.

You reminded me of a life so long ago.. a life forgotten…a life without regret.. a life without you seems unheard of… but sadly.. it became my fate…

So fate dealt us a wrong hand.. it happens.. I’m almost used to it, actually…but at least I still have memories.. I have these dreams.. I still have you.. even if I don’t.

I wonder if you still think of me… I hear my ears ring.. and think that maybe my name is passing over your lips, or you are dreaming of me as I dream of you…

Maybe time will allow us another chance encounter.. maybe not.. but I’m still just happy with my memories of you…

12/18/2003

Posted on 12/18/2003
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