Just For You

She writes to her solemate, now deceased

My Love,

It is dark and damp... but in this dream, I am not afraid. 

I can smell the salt air and hear the rhythm of the sea as I walk towards          the place where we met. You do remember I hope, the idea we had that I would tell you something about me, then you would tell me something about yourself. It was the seed of our friendship turned love. 

I have missed you. It is the very reason I lay my head down each night; a chance to dream. How many times your image crosses my mind, interrupting my daily tasks. So I wonder if I have the same effect on you? 

Ah, there you are; arms folded and legs crossed, relaxed as you lean against the post. That crooked smile " it’s all in this wonderful dream. I know I am not really about to hug you, that this is a moment to be forgotten when I wake. Can I talk to you anyway?

Everything starts with hands that reach out, touch another hand, hold it tight as if to reassure. Now in my final steps to your side, I do reach out, and you do hold tight. I had hoped our hands would grow old in each other’s but it wasn't to be.

Since you chose to share my dream, now fill your heart with my love and your eyes with its wonder. Let’s chase the things that excite us. For in you is where I still live. Invite me on your evening trip, refuse to go on without me. 

I have great respect for these waters for they will carry me when we can no longer join in dreams. The salty tide will be good to us and wash me up on the same beach where my dreams carried you so many times before. Until tomorrow, when again I lay down my head, close my eyes and beckon to you.

Me