Last night you were in my dreams. It had been so long since I had found you there so clearly, like those in the past, dreams I have never forgotten. There you were, looking at me, your eyes catching me in a warm embrace, under the moonlight, by my side while I slept. There are those who would never believe but it does not matter, nor do they. Some told me I would forget, it would pass, your presence would be gone. They were wrong.
Once I heard the soft whisper of “wait” and now I hear “he is waiting”. Perhaps a letter would be something though not nearly enough, a letter I should have written so long ago. It would speak of my heart and soul, foolish maybe, but maybe not. For one day I will come to you and there will be no more waiting, just two souls under the moonlight, together.