As I walked home by the midnight moonlight, I wandered the well worn paths of my trailing thoughts. Again, they led me to you. We walked together while I continued my lonely stroll. I could almost imagine your hand in mine, a sensation as soft as a ghost. Passing at times, through the deeper shadows of night, I could almost hear your breath. A whisper beneath the trees. I pretend for a moment that we’re together, filling the empty space that’s you with me. Embracing the dream on my midnight stroll.