My restful mind still longs for you.
Visions play nightly.
A part of you is always out of reach.
The longing ache sits heavy on my chest when I wake.
My concessions wonders if I plague your dreams the way you do mine.
You drift off buried in my subconscious.
My day occupies my brain. Filling it with new memories, yet at night, when my primal thoughts take hold. It is always you. My life went on, new lovers came and went. A family formed, vows spoken, promises made in the light. Somehow you have remained my sandman. Lulling me to sleep, coaxing my dreams,dreams so vivid I can still smell your deep musky scent lingering on my pillow at dawn. The feelings of remorse and regret follow me still, infecting my slumber. The what is and should I's, circle my head, waking me. My longing for you is my alarm clock. Reliable and loud. At times an ever present sound, warning my heart of my mistakes, raining a melancholy mood. Inspiration of sorrow, fueling my pen. Forever left dreaming, lifting memories from the depths to fill cracks left behind in my heart.
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A Wandering Mind: A collection of short stories & poems.
Short StoryA mind is ment to wander, to see beyond reality, into worlds unknown.
