Sunday, 31 July 2016

Day 31- Dear Dream

Dear Dream,
When I woke, you weren't beside.
Dear Dream,
I think I sensed a goodbye.

Lightning flickering,
I remember my days with your heart.
In my commonsense wisdom,
it's strange, our time apart.

I'm under no illusions;
you were a rare find.
A way that lessened my ache,
making my sorrows seem worthwhile.

When I can no longer write,
I hope you will be okay.
I wish you hadn't left,
though I know why it's that way.

Dear Dream,
When I woke, I cried.
Dear Dream,
I think I sensed a goodbye.


Source: Paul's letters to Adrienne, Nights in Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks