quinta-feira, 17 de março de 2011

The dream

Last night I had a dream
another dream to add to the hundreds
that came before

But in that dream
you were gone

How could my own mind
have been so cruel?

Then I woke up
and realised the dream
was not only a dream after all

I was left with a sadness
that not even the sad
could comprehend

I started to cry
and uncontrollably

I miss you so desperately, dear
and I don't think I can quite manage
to face this loneliness without you