I Found Myself Once

I found myself once.

In a dream, I walked up to me, billowy gauze gown, long brown hair, face absent of expression. I stared into those vacant green eyes, eyes I had memorized for years and years and years. Eyes I knew inside and out. I sat on the counter in the bathroom, contemplating those eyes, the only feature worth a damn on my entire body, looking into every speck and fleck that made them unique. And now, in my dream, they stared out at me from another body.

I put my arm around the other me's waist, resting my elbow on her hip bone. My right hand pushed through her hair as I pulled her to me and kissed her lips. My lips. Chapped and chewed from anxiety and worry.

"I've got you now, and I'll never let you go." I whispered into her ear.

"Oh but, Love... It's you that I must let go..." and she pulled from me and turned away.