Chocolate and Chance
by Olivia Jones
Last night I had a dream that I could feel your skin again.
You looked at me like you always do,
with your dirt-colored eyes that
hold earth in a gaze.
My sister was there and you guys
talked like you somehow knew each other,
And I wondered if either of you knew
that the image in itself
will make me cry a week from tomorrow,
when I remember that you wrapped me in a blanket and walked out
There's something liminal about now,
some memory that exists in you
that's hot enough to touch me,
dripping sweat onto my skin -
the first night we met
in September when my room was still empty
and you filled it so full we had to
crack a window.