Dreams

I see it in my dreams, a thing I will never have, There is a white house, in a field of flowers, So many types, I am incapable of naming them all, There is a swinging bench on a small front porch, A great big dog, laying in front of a green door, A child is laughing somewhere inside the big white house, A man stands next to me, He is gentle, beautiful, and never do I doubt him, A plain gold band is around my finger, I’m smiling I have a sun room, filled with so many plants, My closet is full of clothes I’m confident wearing, We have breakfast every morning, no harsh words, I share my bed with someone who loves me, And I love them even greater than myself, There’s 2 cars in front of the white house, A beat up truck, and a little town car, I see a life I never will have, only when I dream, Such love, such simplicity, And then I return to my life, full of so much pain, I wish for that white house now, even when my eyes are open, I listen for that laughter, I feel for the other person in my bed, Yet never are they there, and I realize I am alone, There is no white house, no big dog, no love, no child, Because I never will have that life, nor those things, I would be angry, if I had not already known, I can only dream of such things