The Wolves Howling In My Head

Dreams

They're back again,
This time with a vengeance.

It's wrong to wear the bracelet,
Or the flannel either.

They were remedies,
For the sake of my sanity.

Now I silently cry in the night,
Sobbing violently in my dreams.

White picket fences and comfy home,
It's in shambles with no owner.

Dates to the Space Needle,
It will always be a dream.

This all could've been avoided,
We just needed to talk.

Now all those dreams I had,
Are reminders of what I don't have.

Perhaps naively I dreamt of us,
But was that so wrong?

Four years of unconditional trust,
And a fantasy dream of love.

Four years of communication,
A dream of open safe discussion.

Four years of not letting distance hurt,
A dream of closing the gap forever.

Our dreams reflect reality,
Now my reality is a nightmare