By Debbie  (slugger@timp.net)
Date: 20 April 1998

As One

Dreams come in the night, images in my mind, not all
are welcomed. Ghosts from another time and another place. Scared, 
I call out your name, searching the dark for your face, reaching out
for your hand, but you're not there.
 
 In the silence of my empty tomb I listen, with my breath the only 
 sound and my heartbeat the only movement to assure me
 that I'm alive. As I stare at the stars on my ceiling, suddenly the 
 miles between us fall away as I imagine you, lying in the silence of 
 your tomb.
 
 Even in the dark I close my eyes, my arms stretch out to encompass 
 what has become our world, and I listen to your breathing, I wait to
 feel your heartbeat, and slowly, ever slowly, it comes to me and I 
 hold out my hands and we become one, sharing the same breath and 
 heart.
 
 I sleep.
 
 Day dawns, and with it the realization that you are still miles away, 
 and still I'm here alone, but not really.......because sometimes in 
 an afternoon pause , my breathing slows, I reach out, and for another 
 moment, we are one.