I hear myself say, "Closer."
I smile as you draw nearer and we lock gazes.
I want to pull you closer, and as though you'd heard my thought, you
move.
You squeeze me, I hear sweet nothings, but I'm not sure if it's you or
the whispering winds.
I go to speak, but no words escape my lips.
You shush me with a finger, and say the words I had been longing to say
to you.
You squeeze me tighter than before and plant a soft, sweet kiss on my
brow.
You press into me, and I brush my lips on yours, closing my eyes as we
inch nearer.
I stumble as I lean too far forward, and I see that you're gone.
I search for you, but to no avail.
I realize it was nothing but a dream, and I will never be able to
Kiss you...
touch you...
hold you...
the way I had only moments before.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Glacian, in the year 358 AF.