Even Possible

In our desperate search
to find each other,
we cling to what
reality, what
connection
we can find.
It is a lonely world
that eats our hope;
a frozen world
that destroys our senses.

I am afraid,
it cannot be saved....

Wrapped in darkness
we reach for each other,
we whisper our names.
I want to hold your hand,
just to prove that
you are here
and that I can feel you.
The velvet covering
on my eyes
has been sewn shut -
but I smell you;
I still feel your warmth nearby.

Or is it a dream?
Is this even possible?