I swam with you last night, in my dreams, under a midnight sky in black waters. I kissed your cheeks, you kissed me back like you did that first time, the only time. You took my hands and put them on your breasts, rested your chin on my shoulder.
In a previous life, we swam together in a pale blue sea, on the shores of a land wracked with plague and anguish. The sand was silky and brown, palm trees stood like sentries along the shore, the sun above our heads like a thundering spear. I drank in your smile, the seawind scent of your auburn hair, your emerald eyes like oceanfire. I touched the tips of your fingers through the waves.
Now I stand under a midnight sky, searching for patterns in the constellations. I find the memories slipping from my mind, and am only reminded in dreams that there once was a spark, heat that coursed through our bodies in a woeful and dangerous time. I will sleep tonight, and hope you return to me.
Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more. -F. Scott Fitzgerald