Thursday, 3 April 2014
Dear Alex, In My Dreams.
I've seen you, a few times now.
I saw you last night.
You wear a grey jumper, jeans, hair cut short- as you usually were, and how you preferred yourself.
In my peripheral vision I catch glimpses, and have studied you at times too, scrutinising whether it is you or not, and it always is.
You are always right next to me, and I haven't noticed.
And yet I am not surprised, not desperate to get to you, I just realise you are there, it is like you always have been, that pleasure in knowing you are there, but not a shock or desperation. These emotions do not fit with the situation. It is just simply realising you are there.
Then without fail, I wake. I try to sleep again, see you again…grab you in my dream and make you a reality.
Oh Alex, what I would give to drag you back through my dreams and have you by my side.
The tears I weep when I wake.
It was just a dream.
You only live in my dreams.
You will only ever live in my dreams.
Posted by Manic Mum at 10:40