Like Nicotine

Last night I dreamed that we met up.

I kept trying to remember what you look like, but all I have is what you feel like.

I felt your touch, your hug, I breathed you in. You took over my insides, I couldn't get enough.

Like nicotine.

We got in your car and drove away somewhere far.

I kept looking at you, but I could not see you. I could only feel your hand on mine, your eyes on me.

After years of distance, I lit you up and inhaled the feeling.

Like nicotine.

Now I can't remember how the dream ended.

But I awoke with such an ache, I feel it now as I write this.

Desperately trying to remember, but all I have are blurry images.

Your touch fading too quickly, trying to get that feeling back, an addict insatiable.

With every exhale, the memory of you burns away, the feeling of you escapes.

Like nicotine.