dream: waxing optimistic

[xiane]

 

There was no obvious reason for you to be here – yet somehow dream logic prevailed, and there you were, wandering amongst old gnarled trees and broken-down buildings. The birch trees reached up to touch the edge of the smokestack, the single remaining remnant of the building left untouched by the ravages of time.

 

We looked up, awed by their tenacity – would we be able to reach so high? You doubted, as you often do. I, of course, waxed optimistic, reaching for the tops of the trees in vain. Laughing, I turned to you, eager to share my joy. You took my hands as if to directly connect with what I am. You could have kissed me then, I would have met you halfway.
We merely traded knowing smiles – nearly as intimate as your hands upon me.

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