Cold cement presses down on me,

Pushes the breath from my mouth.

My lips form to say the words,

but my voice has suddenly been stolen.

I reach out to hold your hand,

then it vanishes, and I awaken.

Dreaming back to the day before

when we held our bodies near

one another, but still not

holding each other...

And you told me I was sweet,

and mystery was within.

I said I’d always be there for a friend.

Now, you aren’t around, but I still feel you.

I hear your breathing in my ear,

feel your fingertips dancing over mine,

see you, with eyes closed, dreaming

of the same moment...the day before

with your other mystery...

the one who stole my voice.