You know that space between sleep and awake where you still see the dream, still hear the voices. But you are awake enough to realize it's a dream.
I dream about you, different places doing different things each time.
When I wake up I see you as you were in my dream. And I hear your voice so clearly.
I feel at peace. I feel loved. My world is right for that moment in time.
Then I realize that you are not here. That I'm dreaming. And it always makes it hard to breath.
The crying starts and so does the shaking.
They say to give it time, and it will get better. But it's only better when I dream.
I miss you. I love you. eek
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