Interwoven

My dreams are a maze.

I awaken with

The fingertips of her hand

Placing pressure on me.

Making me love her even more.

And emotions become elicited in me now

For I am honoured to have experienced her love.

And indeed, I had experienced it –

But just like the tears in my eyes…

It will one day cease to exist.

Yet the fingers that wrapped my throat

Now brands me as hers.

Still, to have been loved… right?

What a feeling.