Sometimes, late at night, I can hear your voice speaking to me. You say all the nice things that make me feel important and cared for. And sometimes I can feel your arms around me, holding me and giving me your strength. I like that.
Although we’re far apart and you really can’t talk to me or hold me close, all I need to be happy right now is the memory of how it really was.
How was it? Really? Were we really happy? Could we really have been that happy?
Yes, we were.
Sometimes, late at night, I wrap myself in the memory of our sweet moments together, and I sleep, and I dream of all those tender touches that wait for when you return.
–1990
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