Galatea

Sebastian Socorro
Literature Editor


I woke up with a start
and you were there.
Eyes half-open but your smile wide.
I had never seen you
so serene, so familial.
“What did you dream about?”
you asked so sweetly,
shifting closer.
I told you all about it,
and you listened.
I couldn’t hear my own words;
you gently rubbed my arm, then my shoulder,
and my senses turned their focus to your touch.
I couldn’t love you more.
My hand naturally gravitated toward your face,
and without conscience my finger caressed your cheek.
Soft,
warm,
smooth.
I bathed in the sensation
and then I woke up again.
You weren’t there.
I never knew you.
I never touched you.
My fingers caress my soft blanket.
It’s cold.
My bed is strangely empty.
My hand gravitates toward empty space,
the empty space has taken my affection,
and the frigid space has left me empty.

Originally Published in Bandersnatch Vol.49 Issue 08 on January 29th, 2020