Poem: Echoes of a Dream

In the quiet of the night, 

I felt the weight of a hand, 

Strong and warm, a presence behind, 

That no one could understand. 

The arms that wrapped, the body that held, 

Seemed familiar, though I stood alone. 

I leaned into the warmth, the strength, 

A moment of peace — until it was gone. 

 I awoke in panic, confusion swirled, 

A phantom touch that left me torn. 

But in the stillness of my room, 

A calm began to softly bloom. 

I miss the comfort, the unseen hand, 

A longing for something, I don't understand. 

I carry my burdens in quiet grace, 

Yet wish for someone to hold that space. 

In the dream, I feared, but now I see, 

The strength I need has always been me. 

The embrace was more than I could feel, 

It was the warmth of a soul that heals.

— Auren Elrae