It’s dreams of you that linger still,
warm and sweet, treasured and refined.
In my dreams, I can yet drink my fill
leaving reality behind.
My heart is still a resting place
where memories of you reside.
Fading images of your face
flickers softly stored deep inside.
I wake without you beside me.
I shake the cobwebs. My head clears.
The room is dark and so empty
I find my pillow wet with tears.
Your face reappears in my thoughts,
but my dreams still are burning.
As I wake, my mind’s tied in knots
alive or not, my thoughts churning.
My breathing seems so very loud
it mingles with the ticking clock.
My blankets wrap me like a shroud
ghostly memories me walk.
What is it that I find I miss?
Is it your smile, your touch, your soul?
Is it your scent, your eyes, your kiss?
In my life, you’ve left a great hole.
Where is the sweet bride that I wed?
I write to show that I still care.
You sleep in death’s icy cold bed
with arms that are empty and bare.