She meets me in the dream
Warm and dead
And more alive than I've ever been
My grandma
Waiting by her kitchen window
Grandma
Sweeps up my hands with kisses
Asks me what I want
I bring him there
My ex
My undoing
He stands, confused
I touch his chest and remember
His heart, my heart
His heart, my heart
My fingers push past skin and bone
-Yes!- she shrieks
It pulses in my palm
Found and held
-Change the heart!-
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I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
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The imagery is vivid, and the emotion feels raw and real.
Great advice, not so easy to do...still you try.