untitled by Meredith C HartwellEven in dreams,
I call other men by your name.
Men whom I have loved and lost,
their flaws forgotten by time
and sleep.
In dreams, I am in love
with ghosts of their memories.
But their kisses are not yours,
and I apologize to their
bluegreenbrowngrey eyes.
They will never be you.
You
are asleep beside me,
snoring, drooling on my pillow.
I say I love you
in a whisper.
You do not hear me.
03/28/2004 Posted on 04/11/2004 Copyright © 2024 Meredith C Hartwell
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