I had a dream, and I know it was just a dream. Because I was with you, and in reality, we’re never together.
You took me photographs, flattering and candid.
You said it’s one way to keep our memories intact, frozen in time.
I could hear your happiness when I looked into your eyes and saw your smile. But something was missing. I looked at you again, and you started drifting.
Was I trying to hold on to the dream, or perhaps a memory? And I woke up.
There was no you.
Only me.
Here.
jessa 