Seeing Doris Again
Herbert Kuhner
She had made the break. She said that the distance had been too great. Yes, there had been an ocean between us, but I had crossed it, and I was looking for a way to solve that problem.
Now distance was no longer a problem. Here she was. I was listening to her and we were close. When I moved toward her, she did not move back. Our lips met. I kissed her and she returned the kiss. It was soft and tender, ever so soft and tender. It lasted and lasted and there was the touching of the tongues.
Did you have to make me wait so long, Doris, before giving me that kiss, and did you have to leave this world before giving it to me?
I saw Doris in a dream. Doris died five years ago, and I last saw her half a century ago.
But the kiss couldn’t have been more real. Who can say how fantasy differs from reality? And indeed why should it?
