It is that spare moment that you find yourself reliving happier days of past times, that spare moment that you let yourself drift back into time and enjoy the remembrance of the perfect fruit that you tasted upon your lips. The touch of a hand that just slightly runs across your cheek, feather light but so sweetly bringing your body alive to full completeness. That spare moment when your thoughts find themselves in another's mind and you can feel their pain or happiness like it is your own to share. It is in that moment that you are made to stop denying that you will never find that feeling again, your mind will never be read by another again. You will never be comforted by just a stare across the room, never a word to be spoken. It is that spare moment that finds me more often than not where I still can feel long ago arms that now are gone,,