Last night I dreamt of you again--
woke up short of breath and guilt
as I laid in bed beside him
and remembered how real it had felt.
I held you like I once did
and we laughed at private jokes.
We both knew feelings lay hidden
though neither of us spoke.
My want for you was painful,
but I did nothing to act on it.
Just like in the real world
my haert stayed locked and bonded.
You left me all alone there
without even glancing back.
Though we haven't spoke in six years
my heart denied the fact.
The pain was just as real
as it was all those years ago.
A pain I thought I'd never feel.
A pain I thought I'd grown numb to.
How can one dream leave me so empty?
How could it cause me so much pain?
Is it because I'm feeling lonely
or that I'll never see you again?
I like this peice.
It seemed to be to become more "real" even to the reader as we read through it...
First you mention it was a dream, and we see you awake from the dream, but you do a good job of 'taking us there', and putting us into that dream as if we're watching it happen.. as if it's 'real' just like it felt to you...
Then at the end we're zipped back to the outside, just having been 'woken up' from the dream.
The last bit:
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Makes me wonder if the person is dead... or just gone...How can one dream leave me so empty?
How could it cause me so much pain?
Is it because I'm feeling lonely
or that I'll never see you again?
Overall a unique peice with quite a few different facets to it that I haven't seen in some of your other more straightforward writings.
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