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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