I feel that terrible, dull ache of sadness again. Tonight’s the kind of night I’d like to spend walking aimlessly beneath the stars chain smoking with a friend. I’d like to talk about life: the losses, the gains, the perils and triumphs. I’d like the cold to sting my cheeks until they are rosy and fresh. I’d like my nose to be a little sniffly and my fingers a bit numb. I’d like to slide my hand into yours and share a silent, innocent moment, knowing we’re both existing in the same time, both feeling our lungs expand and contract, both feeling our hearts rushing to pump our bodies with life. I’d like to ponder consciousness with you and eventually laugh at our ignorance. When it’s all over and the sun begins to lighten the sky, I’d like to kiss your cheek and place my hand there as if to seal it in. We’d both hesitate and go our separate ways, taking our only comfort in knowing the other is also suspended in that fantasy realm of possibility. In that way we stay together for a while more before the daylight beckons us from the plane of dreams back into reality. 

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Posted On: Tue, Jan. 31, 2012