Dream

                I came home early today. Was lying on the couch, resting my fever off when he rang the bell. I staggered my way till the door and he hugged me so tight as soon as I opened it. 'I'm sorry I could not get back earlier to take care of you', he said. I had not thought of it, I was just glad to be in his arms again. It never gets old, how safe I feel when he hugs me like that. It is as if everything is going to be okay, I was never sick, I have all the strength I am ever going to need. One could spend eternity in a few moments like that, and I have a lifetime full of them with him. He walked me to the couch again, while I denied all the food and medicines he offered to get me. 

                  We lied on the pull out, I was in his arms, they were playing Top Gun on TV, and I didn't realize when I fell asleep. Woke up next morning to find a blanket over me and his arms holding me just the same inside it. Busy with our schedules, we stole that evening so we could share a few moments together. He was the strength I needed in my sickness, and I had a home in his arms. So I open my teary eyes, as this dream I dreamed ends, and I cannot recall his face anymore. It has been too long since he left, and I have learnt not to think of him everyday. Sickness excavates long buried memories, and all I can remember is that everything was going to be okay once upon a time, I do not believe that anymore. So until I can believe again, I hold on to the shards of what used to be buried inside my heart, while my fingers bleed every time I press on to them.