Dreams, like the one I just had, scare me
Not because it was a nightmare
But because it was so real
You were in the dream
And you too, were very real
When I woke up, I instinctively rolled to your side of the bed
Nothing
Just like it should have been
Well, it’s too early to get up
But it’s too late to get back to sleep
So I turn on the light
And grab the old photo album I leave on the nightstand
I thumb through the pictures
You are in every one
Looking at them makes me miss you more
Hope you’re doing well, up there
And I turn out the light
And just sit in the dark
© Dicky J Loweman 2015
