Dreaming

I dream of you and me each night.
I see me walking on a dirt road.
I hear the sound of a four-wheeler
and as it comes closer everything
turns into slow motion.
On the four wheeler, me and you.
We look so happy, so full of love.
The scene changes.
Now I'm in your Jeep. Backseat.
I look up and I see you driving and
me in the passenger seat.
We're laughing and having fun.
The scene changes again.
I'm standingg in my yard. Its night.
I look up and see us sitting on the tailgate 
of my dad' truck.
I gasp as I realize that this is the last time 
we were together.
The last time I hugged you.
Kissed you.
Your head is on my chest and we
both have smiles on our faces.
We're happy.
The scene changes yet again.
I'm standing in my yard still. Its day.
I am watching myself fall apart.
I have a phone in my hand,
I set it down and start crying hysterically.
I wake up then and smile 'cause its 
not real.
Just a dream.
Then I feel my swollen eyes.
My head is spinning.
I realize that it wasn't just a 
dream.
It is my days spent with you.
Playing over and over and over in my head.
I wish it were all just a dream and we were
still together, still happy.
Why can't it just be a dream?

Copyright © Mary Brogdon | Year Posted 2007

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