You come to me in my dreams
when I least expect to see you
there you are
standing before me
beautiful as my memory remembers
you extend your hand
and I reach out mine
we connect
we are together
again.
Tag: again
thief of joy
They say comparison is the thief of joy.
I’ve seen this, felt this,
I know this.
But still,
I cannot understand
why I expose myself to robbery
time and time again.
burn again
Just because a candle isn’t burning
doesn’t mean it can
or will
no longer burn again.
see you again
Will I feel those same feelings
I felt the last time
if I were to see you again?
If I will,
does that mean
I should never see you again?
Dawning Words 