Waking up in the middle of the night,
I am afraid to open my eyes,
for if I do I lose the dream.
To think of losing it is more than I can
So I lie quietly, eyes shut tight.
I barely breath.
The dream sucks the air from my lungs
with its depth and realness.
But its all a mirage.
He left months ago without a goodbye.
I struggle outside of the dream to remember
the sound of his voice
the shape of his face
the taste of his skin.
The struggle wins, defeating the memories.
But in my dream, the memories win
and I can feel his vitality
and my love is once gain lost
in patina green eyes.