Embrace

I had a dream once.

You, me, and a rainy walk

To a bus station.

Perfect droplets soaking perfect hair,

Accompanying the perfect melodies

Of sweet laughter. A cool breezy air

Filled the streets. And then,

You turned. I turned.

You pulled me in to you, gradually,

Wrapping your arms around me,

And wrapping mine around you, for a moment

Of perfect union. And then silently, you let go,

and I let go. We kept walking. Everything felt right.

I woke up happy, peaceful, joyful, ready

To go find myself that sweet, perfect, embrace.

I saw it, I found it, I got it, but I never got that

Feeling of rightness again. Little did I know

The rightness came not from the embrace

But rather, instead, from letting go.