The Dreams Don'T Last Long Anymore

Here, there, everywhere tired and dreaming of her long before she let go, and I was happy, lost now I feel nothing. The dreams don't last long anymore, not like they used too. I awake in the middle of the night, to a howling wind swirling outside my window, the dark creeps on my heart, I try to smile, act as if I was a blind man, but sadly that wish never comes and I hug my pillow, where her sweet head lay in the days before, tears run down my rough cheek and wets the dry pillow case of my soul. -10-28-2013-