You Will

He was there for a moment, then gone, Lost in a dark mist of my doubts And my strange guardian appeared before me, His tie blood red, His stance taller than usual, His long arms softly to his sides I drew near, My face tear stained and pained He stared forward motionlessly I asked him, “Why do I keep dreaming about him?” He stood there still, And quietly replied, We haunt those that we think of the most Dumbfounded, I knew his thoughts, But could not confront those feelings I asked him, “But why? Why is it so torturous?” Your mind tortures you, Because you allow it to torture you. . . He set his hand on my shoulder, And I suddenly felt sleepy I tried to fight it, But I found myself in his arms Willingly I awoke in a shelter of trees, And he was there, watching me Sitting up, I stared at his presence in wonder He moved towards me slowly, As if approaching a wounded animal His face became clearer, And my heart began to race “Is this real?” I asked weakly. “Are you real? Or is this fantasy?” A forgiving smile appeared on his blurry features, As he lifted me up and set me on a gnarly branch He only stared at me, As if he was waiting for a miracle “Maybe it’s best that I don’t know.” He nodded slowly, then embraced me I cried a lot. . . It was as if I was hugging the last of everything The last of him, And the last of what we had. . . Holding me still, I was quieted by his touch, His head lifting, leveling to mine And he said again, darkly, We haunt those that we think of the most. . . I panicked in his arms as he smiled at me “I may never see him again.” His smile faded as he said, You will.