today, i unexpectedly found something of yours lying in the depths of my heart; i wanted to hold it, to turn it in my hands, feeling the shape of our abandoned dreams in all of its angles. i thought i might bring it close to my face, breathe deeply, and be reminded of your scent... maybe close my eyes and somehow see yours once more.
might you even feel me across these tortured years, gently probing in some synaptic way? i held my breath and reached out... it crumbled like cold ash from a long gone fire the moment my fingers tenderly grazed it, drifting away, mercifully, on the winds of change.
i cannot recall the sound of your laughter.