Almost

Reaching out to you
Through the distance of this dark night,
I can almost feel the softness of your skin.
But not quite.
Almost smell your fragrant hair,
And the sweet scent of your perfume.
Almost.
I remember making slow, sweet love
Like it was only us two
Alive in a world where no one understands.
I do remember . . . don’t I?
Or was it that dream
That haunts me, taunts me,
Of that one perfect love
Whose perfection
Banishes the night
And reflects the sunshine
Into every corner of my soul?
No! I do remember.
You were real.
We found that perfect love
That we knew would last forever.
Almost.