There are brief moments of time where I allow myself to yearn for the comfort of your presence. That stolen instance to lay in quiet repose and remember so fondly the sound of my name released from your breath, your velvety clear tenor so intimate to my soul.
There are memories, ever so wondrous, so precious that I dare not describe in words for fear that I cannot pardon that one silent tear that holds back the flood. Tides of emotions swelling and swirling just beyond the cusp of reality, intimating impressions of you too tender to recall.
There are milliseconds where I realize why grief could never come to me, not then and not now. For I fear with all my heart that there is no recovery from the sorrow I feign to absolve while sleep evades me and emptiness consumes me.
It is at these times where I dare to allow the smallest luxury of the remembrance of your smile. Extraordinary glimpses where your light furnishes warmth and your strength brings courage. Splendid occasions of comfort that are ever fleeting and impeccably surreal.
You are the dream I dare not dream.
