it wasn't quite a memory,
that dream i had last night.

it was a flashback laced with fiction,
a return to a time when i was yours
and you were mine.

nothing happened.
nothing had to.
that wasn't what the dream was crafted to do.

in the dream,
one thing was simple
and as real as truth.

i had you.

in the most simple way,
i had you.

it was almost a memory,
but not quite.

a memory
because i have you
no longer.