Dream Path

There's a cold glow when I wake from a dream with you A place where warmth should be A quiet happiness too. I lie in the dark, grasping for the feeling of you near. You're sitting right next to me, talking, I'm happy, not realizing the dream. Mostly faded now, just a memory of a memory A residual warmth on my arm The not echo of your voice in my ear. Hate waking up away from you. I said, after I realized the dream (gently) 'I'll be back' You said (whistfully) 'I'll be here'