There are moments.
Gently, I think of you and smile.
Let us rest in one another’s arms
Not hurry from the warmth.
Wrap our memories together
Live them each again
Rediscover what we have found
Be grateful for love.
I met her in a dream this morning.
We must have been college students.
She had dark hair, I think.
Working on some project or another,
I thanked her for helping me.
And she, leaning at my shoulder,
As I sat at table or desk,
Drew near and our lips touched.
Not a kiss, wet and passionate.
A moment of wondering.
My hand touched her arm.
Then she was gone.
Awakening, I remembered life,
New and fragrant with possibility.
When friendship may have been love.
I wonder what she would think of me now,
after all these years.
Would she remember?
Silly old man.
I only met her this morning,
In a dream.