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The One I'd Let In
Jul. 20th, 2009 04:10 pmShe came to me in a dream, in the guise of my ex-wife. Somehow she knew that if she came to me that way, I'd let her in.
"How did you find me in this place?" I wanted to ask her. But she brushed past me and into the room.
She stood close to me and I kissed her. Her lips were cool and inviting. She talked and I pretended to listen, wanting her mouth again.
When I drew back from her for a moment, and looked deeply into her face, it finally came to me that she wasn't the one she'd appeared to be.
Even so, for the rest of the day, when I thought about the dream, I thought of her. The one whose face I'd once known. The one I'd let in...
"How did you find me in this place?" I wanted to ask her. But she brushed past me and into the room.
She stood close to me and I kissed her. Her lips were cool and inviting. She talked and I pretended to listen, wanting her mouth again.
When I drew back from her for a moment, and looked deeply into her face, it finally came to me that she wasn't the one she'd appeared to be.
Even so, for the rest of the day, when I thought about the dream, I thought of her. The one whose face I'd once known. The one I'd let in...
