Message in a bottle.

I have a memory of you, so vivid, so visceral and yet I know you hardly at all. Recalling words shared, the laughter had, the way we touched, so raw it sways me still. I want to know you now, to see you, to realize if what I felt then has lasted somehow. Was it purely a fleeting moment in time I hold fast, or part of my past I need to put behind. You woke my bind from years of stolen slumber with your unhinging, unknowing need. But sweet unfinished business, my March dream, that's what you are and remain to me.