Memory Vault

Sometimes, in the blur between sleep and consciousness I dream I’m kissing you. Even if you don’t yet exist.
I know for certain you’ll be alive one day. Instinct tells me.
I can’t say for sure. It will probably be when I am dead.
Then it will be your turn. You will have this feeling. The feeling of being in love with me even though I won’t exist.
You will never be able to find me.
I don’t know the color of your eyes or the shade of your hair but if you were here now, just for one moment, I’d lean across and kiss you.