"dream ~ a succession of images, sounds or
emotions which the mind experiences during sleep"

I don't dream of him often,
but when I do
the dream leaves me with an empty feeling
hours long past the time I enter the waking world.
They are always soft and sweet.
The best moments of us.
The moments only I seemed to have collected and stored away.

Yes, I have made my peace with all of this.
Yes, I have moved on.
He does cross my mind
more often than I care to admit,
but they are different recollections.
Not one of yearning
or the void he gave to me when he left.
They are more of the indifferent variety.
We shared a lot.
It is easy to see him in my passings of everyday life.
I am used to this.
I have embraced this.

I did not get closure.
I never will.
This is ok.
I have embraced this as well.

But these dreams,
they catch me off guard.
And they make me wonder
what my heart has really held onto
and what she has let go.
Or is it as the above definition states...simply a mind thing.

And if it is...well then
~ I am basically fucked.

07/25/2010

Posted on 07/25/2010
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