Moonlight Memory

I pull you from the shadows,

your memory is like silk,

a loose promise that

you will one day be made real again.

Yet just like silk,

you slip from my hands so quickly

I am left wondering

if I ever held you at all.

Memories can do this to a person.

They come from shadows,

cocoon you in promises

about a time that once was...

until it wasn't.

If my memory of you is my longing

than my nights are full of desperate yearning

for your warm promise to wrap around me once more

even if it is all a lie.

So I wait in the shadows,

a distant dream of a person

hoping for my beloved to come out of my memory,

to make love in darkness.

Only to wake... and find you are not here,

and you never were.