Every Night I Dream Of You…
…and die a little inside, for the missing part kills me slow and sure.
What happened? What happened to me, to you, to us? What made us so blind, caused our backs to turn, led us apart?
I told you once before…
The nightmares I have are not things to fear; they are things already come to pass… the twists and turns that cause memory to ache in my chest, make melancholy reside in my guts.
But still I dream, I nightmare, I wake with you in my head each night, back to days when we loved so brilliantly and did not imagine a time when our fingertips could not, would not touch. When the rest of the world existed solely in our imagination.
The phone calls, the voicemail messages, the emails, they do not help. They tug and beg for rewind. They keep me going, pull me close, push me over, drag me away, scrape raw the wounds that return like stigmata. And I am bleeding dry from the outside in with every bit of life that reminds me of you.
Bring me home. Hide the world. Take away the dreams, and make me yours again. I am diving into this wasteland without you, and it’s a slow and ugly descent.
