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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