Dream of You
Just sometimes I wake up in the dead of night and almost reach out to your shadow, the ache returns when I remember you won't be there and on other nights I just dream of you; I dream of your eyes, burning into mine, the molten chocolate eyes that I adore a little too much. I dream of us walking by the shore and you twirling me in a sundress, hands in hands. I dream of us sitting together on a hill, staring down at the city lights. I dream of us drifting apart, our fingers no longer entwined and then you walk away, disappearing into the stream of consciousness.