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visitations.
i rely on the nights where you visit me in my dreams, your voice sweet & slow, as you whisper words i need want to hear.
you tell me you love me, & i know to some degree, that’s true . . . when i’m asleep, i can feel it so deeply that it radiates through my bones & courses through my veins like a rush of excitement.
but when i’m awake, it becomes harder for me to know for certain.
i’d like to believe that our love was a one in a million kind of love, the kind that people write stories about – but you’re not here anymore, & i’m left to wonder if you feel the same way you once had.
when i’m asleep, i don’t have to wonder.
when i’m asleep, your love is warm, vibrant, & real.
when i’m asleep, your love fills me with a peace that i haven’t known since the day you left . . .
i hope one day i won’t have to rely on dreaming to feel your warmth once again, but until the day you come home, i’ll cherish those nightly visits & pray that they bring you back to me once & for all
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