Longing

She calls to me and has been for several years. What started as a soft, warm breath nipping at my ear, has turned into a more desperate longing. She reminds me of the time spent in her open arms. Her voice was soft and crisp, reminiscent of lavender on a spring afternoon. Our time together was too soon over, a temporary reprieve from the real world. I had no idea I would fall so completely in love with her in such a short time together but yet, here I am so many years later still longing for beauty, missing her touch, torn between my fantasy world and the depression of real life.