The question that has burned on the longest- the question that still smolders today is,
-'do you remember when we fell in love?'-
-Does its touch linger still?-
-Do dreams still wake you full of memories that haunt you for the rest of the day?-
Because, truth be told, I dream of you - though my eyes haven't seen a trace of you in years. In dreams, you are still who you were - but older too. When I awaken,it is almost always in shock. "Wait! Was that him? Maybe if I sleep...No, surely it is fantasy to hope to reclaim the fleeting dream." Instead, I'll get up and go about my life. Be today loathsome or inspiring, I already know one thing - it will be haunted by the specter of you and of all lost potential, of all lost realities, of what world could have possibly worked for you and me.
