Tangled up in Blue?

She knows me inside and out; through and through, to my core. Explaining so little, yet understanding so much – as if telling bedtime stories to myself. It’s like it never ended, like we were never apart. And it haunts me, that I know her in the same way.

I close my eyes and she is there, taunting me, beckoning. And when I open them she is gone, like the sunrise, to be replaced by the harsh light of day. Closing them again, she does not return, so I abide, crossing and uncrossing my fingers, wishing for what will not occur.