Poetry With Me

Do you ever dream about someone who is no longer in your life?

Someone you once cared for who you have chosen or who life has chosen to force you to part ways with?

Those dreams always feel so real. Until you realize that you are dreaming.

I tend to know when I’m dreaming. It’s like walking through a slow motion bright picture. The sun is always shining in an odd way but I don’t feel hot from it’s touch.

There’s always a hallway or door that doesn’t open. A path you cannot see down.

I hear their laugh or their voice and I think. “That’s strange. I haven’t heard that voice in so long.”

You wake up in a panic sometimes and your heart hasn’t quite let it go.

It waits and begs for you to go back. But you know that you can’t force that.

So when you dream tonight look around. Try to really see what your mind is asking you to revisit. What your heart is wanting to hold on to. See that it’s not real and find your way back to me.