At first it wa a soft brush against my knuckles.I
held my sight to the ground,wasn't sure of what to do.I
kept walking and so did you.Your hand caught my wrist
and slowly reached my palm.Our hands were entwined
and my heart skipped a beat.
Iwas already dusk and blackness was around us.
Yet Icould see clearly your back as you were walking
down the hills.There was a spring in your step and
contentment in your gait.You turned around once and
I hugged myself as I watched the rain fall on the
ground,giving life to everything below.The dream was
only an interlude among the falling rain.A reminder of a
fine memory of you and my life before.