You come,
a visitor in the night.
The feel of your gaze,
your touch,
your breath,
it is all too real.
I remember your whispers
and I hear your laugh;
those words that make me smile
as you hold me gently in your arms.
You and I,
me and you,
we are all that exist,
all that I know,
all that I remember.
When I awake from slumber,
these are but haunted memories.
Moments that court my fears.
Shall you haunt my dreams,
or will you haunt my reality too?
—
This poem came to me as i was attempting to sleep earlier today after the new year’s fireworks. It started out as a couple of words that eventually turned into more than just a few lines. There are naught but these few words to say, aside from the conflict that exists within.
Hopefully this year will signal a year of changes, so that this conflict will finally be resolved, whichever way it may go. And also so that these dreams continue to haunt me no more.
