A Dream of Her
I slept one night alone in my bed,
Sifting through all the wound thoughts in my head.
I felt uneasy, un-restful at best,
then I slipped into a dream of her, at my hearts fervent request.
We lay on the shoreline entwined in remorse and regret,
of all the broken promises neither of us had seen kept.
We cried to each other and we proclaimed our continued love,
We plead to each others’ hearts, to our hate we should be free of.
My son he sat watching as we both reminisced,
about fond memories we both held onto, we both have missed.
To him it was strange; his memory at best placed
an uneasy asterisk next to our feelings of disdain.
But here we where together sweeping hate away,
I felt the love brimming from her yes, I felt love take hates place.
I felt it so much, that I awoke with tears welling from my eyes,
Every ounce of bitterness in my heart, I realize now was just a guise.
I still love her I’m sure.
There will be no other who can keep a vacant spot in my heart for their return.
No pain could ever give me reprieve from the loss of her in my life.
No love shall give me that fire, that I once held in my life.
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