I…. I’m sorry. I just can’t stop replaying what was said

I dreamt again.

I saw my eyes reflected in that warm brown color,

that fiery look when passion burns.

I thought I saw it,

I thought I felt it,

A milky white, dotted with perfect imperfections,

It’s the kind of gentle touch,

That I wish, I wanted to be able to forget

To forget,

Can I?

The swirling dress, as if a winter swirl,

Those locks of brown so perfectly in curl,

Forget me not, yet things are still long gone,

The emptiness from becoming a pawn,

For then, upon a normal winter’s eve

The day on which I can’t but help and grieve

Forget it not, and if I could I’d do,

The way that I was calling out to …

I dream still

I think,

I think, that I think I never know.

I heard he moved in,

I wish the best

Every time I do it circles back

Round and round

I always come back

The ebb and flow

I come and go

I heard there was a ring

I only hear from ear to ear,

Just through friends,

I never get to see,

Text me,

I’m lonely,

This dream….

I heard there was a kid,

I close my eyes as it’s the only way to end the dream.

I know I’ll dream tomorrow

Tomorrow...

I sleep to end the dream.