In My Dreams

A Song of Love and Loss

We met in my dreams last night.
We converged at the pathway where daydreams and night visions collide.

We gazed at the stars while we discussed which of Shakespeare’s tragedies were the most romantic, why does cotton candy melt in your mouth, and how long will it really take to finish that puzzle?

We passed thoughts back and forth, caressing each other’s cerebrum with opinions of where we came from, why we are here, and where we are going.

We speculated on the magic of the universe and what it would be like to walk on the moon. We bantered back and forth, challenging the hypotheses formed from every connecting thought.

We finished each other’s sentences before they came out of our lips and laughed when we noticed the recognition in the reflection of our eyes.

We held our stomachs from sarcastic jokes we launched one after another. We sat in silence at the shooting stars dancing across the sky before us, aching to touch them, our fingers entwined in blissful content.

We painted pictures in our minds with the words of the songs we sang together in perfect harmony, forgetting the world all around us.

And then I awaken.

I reach across the bed to feel for the empty space beside me. And you are gone… as you are every day.

The silence greets me each morning while I wish for my dream to return.

My body is heavy as I drag myself out of bed, the numbness settling into every space in my bones.

You are with me while I escape to the shower, willing the hot water to burn the pain of my soul from my skin.

You are beside me as I rouse the children from their deep sleep to prepare them for the day.

You are the morning sun kissing my face as I drop to my yoga mat and find my breath.

You are every other thought on my mind while I drink burnt coffee, hot liquid numbing the sorrow.

You are the captive tears in my eyes as I pound on the keyboard, bleeding every feeling onto the page.

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