The other night I had a pretty vivid dream about an old friend. We haven’t seen each other in a couple of years and apparently the separation weighs on my subconscious. I woke up and thought maybe I could share the experience but make it more universal by making it about a romantic relationship instead of friendship.
I can get up
and face the day;
I am strong,
nothing stands in my way.
And I smile
and joke around
I am upbeat,
I don’t really feel down.
Life is good.
Life is great.
I’m moving on
and I can’t wait.
But when the sun sets
and in comes the dark
those memories stir
and whisper to my heart.
I am fine
until I close my eyes
and my dreams
tell me otherwise.
Then I’m with you again.
Talking with you again.
Walking with you again.
Parting with you again.
Breaking my heart again.
When I wake
you are no longer mine.
So maybe, just maybe,
I’m not really fine.
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