Phantom In the Dark

Her droopy eyelids opened in the dark Like so many lonely mornings before. She lay unmoving in an antique bed Half awake, yet to her she wasn’t sure. She thought (or dreamed) of her husband long dead. But in this semiconscious state he lives: Feeling his body warmth emanating From her left, she turns toward him and smiles. She extends her arm groping in the dark For his comforting presence that’s not there. Startled by this dreamy like emptiness She awakens and than realizes That it is the same reoccurring dream. She turns away and then begins to cry. Oh god! Let me dream. To never awaken; to Never shed a tear.