My mind keeps going back to those two nights we were together. A dark and cold music bar, a small table tucked away in a corner. I couldn’t tell you how many people were in there; I only knew I was finally near you again. Even the music was a blur of muted sound. There was just you and me, our clasped hands erasing any remaining distance between us.

Yesterday I caught myself playing the scene over and over in my head while driving in the afternoon heat. I had to stop and wonder if it was a dream, if those nights really happened. So many of my dreams revolve around you that I no longer know where wishful thinking bleeds into reality.

But then I remember the warmth of your hand. The deep, tingling resonance of your voice. The smile you gave me as I rushed to wrap my arms around you. The possessive insistence of your fingers as you traced mine, silently handing me back the ring on my finger, removing all evidence, any reminder of our lives apart from each other. The long, sad sigh when we both wondered what happens to us now, barely hiding the resignation of knowing neither of us had an acceptable answer.

And oh, I remember that kiss.

I want to be yours for one day. Twenty-four hours. That’s all. Completely yours, with no thought of consequence.

Perhaps if I dream it enough, it will come.

“Someday we’ll find truth and peace of mind
And I’ll still love you then.”