I am certain I saw you last night in that hazy spot before dawn and the sound of the alarm.
That familiar silhouette embraced by four photo squares in so many albums seemed so present and alive.
I was shocked to realize I could still feel the sensation of reaching for a hand that seem to be so far above my head.
At the moment that path of safety seemed to have no ending, that it would continue forever beyond the horizon.
Why did I not say more that moment when I turned and realized the familiar silhouette was becoming one of a stranger.
That hand was no longer high above my head, and I wished my own grasp could do more than provide steadiness in that moment that already feels so long ago.
It was not a question of letting go of clasped hands but recognizing that the path of safety was not eternal.
With the dawn approaching, I remembered that even muted light is still light and what I saw was more than a dream.