I Dream of You
Each night you come to me in my dreams.
In life, you are an unreachable chasm away,
right here in the same house – miles apart.
I long for your touch – you withhold it. Once
warm smiles – now icy looks from a cold
heart. My tears freeze under your gaze.
Sometimes sadness is overwhelming,
bleeding out from every pore. The spurn
of love – a lingering pain beyond words.
Unreality is real at last. Flames no
longer burn. I cannot ascertain what went
wrong, or when, just that it has.
Trapped in a cage of lonely days, I long
for the night to take me in its arms once
more, so I can dream of you.
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