Found.

I find you again
in the folds of a deep-soft,
tossed-aside jumper.
Breathe in the smell,
gulping down a presence
that jumps through time.

A single image, picked out
like a favourite teddy.
Nostalgic-fuzzy,
like yearning for youth.

I float and pause;
that crest of a wave
that should rise and linger
on happiness,
feeding its momentum.

But it crashes down,
and my eyes open.
I stand, and realise
what a sad image -
a grown lady, clutching a worn jumper.