Drizzling.

I remember holding you, holding you so tight.
I remember feeling the warmth of you in my arms once again.
The smell of your hair always seemed to sober me to the fact that I loved you.
The stuff of magic, how simple I thought it would be just to hold you like that,
just to engage in that embrace, be the embrace.
To be able to feel your heart beat,
to lie next to you listening to you breath,
to try and breathe with you,
like one being,
To watch you sleep.

Seeing that again brings memories so dear to me,
but the words you spoke and what you asked of me was no short from baffling.
It reminded me that it was not real.
That question awakened me and slapped me out of it although I kept dreaming.
How could it be that you would ask that of me?
How could it be true that you would want that still?
How could I answer that?

We just lay there, as I held you in my arms.
So simply, so close.
The tenderness of your lips still tingles on mine,
I saw it all again, the way it was, the way I thought it should be.
But I knew.
Once you find out you're dreaming, you rise in disappointment.
I do not know how I would answer what you asked of me.
Impossible.

But I fear the answer should fall far from yes.