Dreams

Waking up in panic since '12.

I roll over to see you peacefully asleep, wrapped up in nothing but blankets.
The light silently peeking through the shades as the morning slowly emerges.
You suddenly awaken with a smile on your face,
And you trail kisses down my body.

 

I roll out of bed and fall down to my knees.
The problem of dreaming with a broken heart is waking up.
Searching around the room asking

Was he really here?
But he wasn’t.

Because he’s gone.