Every Dream

I resurrect you in every dream— the coolness of my pillow warming at the thought of you— there are tears there too and a love that never wavered— it only grew where grief meant to devastate it. I find you there, in the realm between reality and eternity—with a hot welcome I cry out in surprise— “I never thought I would see you again!” But I am here—every night, every dream, hoping you will remember that it is in every dusk that I mean to love you, and in every dream that you mean to live with me—every day you die within me. When I open my eyes and start the morning’s musings, I wonder if you remember what it took in me to find you—I’m not ashamed of you—I believe in you and I trust in you, and I love you— and a life without you is a life I will gift to another.