My Angel~ Helen McCrory stories

Poem~ In My Dreams Tonight

You're not here,
but that's okay,
cause I know I'll see you,
when the lights dim,
when my eyes close,
and sleep floods my senses.

I'll feel your spirit,
I'll feel your soul.
I can almost feel your hand on mine,
comforting me
as you tell me
you're in a better place.

Seated in an ethereal room,
full of light and greenery,
with an ethereal being sitting
across from me,
I know you are trying to make me feel better.

Cause in this place,
you aren't in pain.
You are young and unharmed,
a halo on your head and light around your body,
you are the most beautiful I've ever seen you.

And I feel tears moistening my skin,
because in real life,
in a world you are no longer apart of,
I cry to,
and I will wake with a tear stained pillow.

But I listen to you,
while choking back sobs
and trying not to get distracted by
your beauty.
All I'm able to say is that
I miss you.

You call me love and darling
and I have never felt safer.
When I tell you I would have gone
instead of you
you call me honey
and tell me you would never want that.
It was your turn
not mine.

But once you tell me
that you're so much better
than you were,
I stop.
And you reassure me
that I will see you again.
Your voice is gentle,
and I know no other voice
I will ever hear
will compare to yours.

You give my hand
a final squeeze
before you leave.
I wish you stayed.
Because when I wake up
on a wet pillow
finally letting out the cries I held back
-because I tried so hard to be strong for you-
I realize that I still want you here.
I want you to be okay,
and I try to think of your words,
but sometimes,
the pain of missing you wins.