Touch

Touch me
Like you did in the beginning.
The past.

Touch me like you mean it.
Hold me as though I am all you have left.
Kiss me like you kiss the lips of the whiskey bottle.
That bittersweet kiss.

I dream of it.
Your touch.
Your lips.
The nightmare that haunts.

Let's play pretend.
Play make-believe.
You pretend that you love me.
I pretend that nothing has changed.

We make the most perfect couple, you know.
Opposites attract.
Opposites we are.
Perfect...

....And then I wake up.
You were nothing but a dream.
A cruel dream of kisses and smiles.
The nightmare within the nightmare.

Come back to me, my nightmare.
For you are my comfort...


----From the time when my words flowed more freely and the pen was my tool to escape.