February 5, 2005
That night I dreamt I knew her, I'd always known her. She was right there within my reach and yet, just an inch out of grasp. She shadowed me through grade school, through high school, through life. I felt her presence everywhere, this girl I couldn't see. Was she real or was she a want? Was she a lady or a fleeting image of unbearable, untouchable desire? I grew old in my dream. My hair became white and snaky. I died on a brisk, windy morning and she came to take me home. Her face led me back to awake.