you are literally

I misspelled your name and found the word.

It was real: the kiss.

I felt the soft… the moisture behind your upper lip.

The weakness behind my chest,

the empty in my stomach.

You asked why I didn’t do it sooner.

You kissed me again.

And it was real: this kiss.

You reached for my right hand,

our fingers interlaced,  your left hand.

Then we walked.

The worn wooden planks, discolored

like the sky above the unfamiliar boardwalk.

I sensed the sand of the beach made white by the night.

I felt where the sand touched the discolored sky.

The beach of white reaching for blue hues.

The ocean between them trembling in waves.

I felt where our hands touched.  It was real.

I counted the tangle of our fingers.  Your soft palm,

the moisture… but I knew.

So I squeezed until I woke up.  And I woke up.

My hand was empty.

I misspelled your name and found these words.

It was a dream but it was true.

I felt where my hand touched my sheets of blue hues.

I trembled, sensing the ocean between us.

The girl in my dreams.

I never kissed you.  I never told you.

But I want to. 

Really do.

Wish you knew.

Words are true.

They’re for you.

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