I dreamed he kissed me. a breath of a kiss, whispered, that Vanished into sleep, up the stairs and into the attic with the ghosts I kick at while they wring their hands. Mother's voice, another's voice in memory, or in thought, dream. Startled, started, and then gone, the wisp of a kiss still on my lips.
I did dream he kissed me. But it wasn't even a good kiss, like a fifth grade peck.