Sparks in the Dark

Dreams of a Deer.

Why do you persist in my dreams?

You say such sweet things, you apologize for things that aren't your fault, you forgive me.

We put our hands on each others arms and hold each other close, we whisper words across to each other like we speak in secrets.

What I wouldn't do to have one more hug from you, one more moment, one more whispered secret, one more shared glance. With you.

Sadly, my dreams are not reality, and the reality of it is, I don't know what your thinking, if you think of me anymore. I don't know if you miss me, or if you hate me, blame me. I want to reach out, but I'm always afraid that if I do, you'll tell me how it is, and I'm scared that how it is, isn't how I feel still in my heart.