We’re always on a beach.
I’m trying to wake up from a hazy dream;
the one where you left too soon.
I can see your silhouette rush through the sand -
is it finally time for me to be by your side?
A place we were always meant to be,
because this life feels like Hell now that it’s void
of your return.

I see your face in dreams -
arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe;
inspecting the love that you let slip through your
fingertips.
Amusing - is what you called it.
But you’re at peace and I am not.
I’d more likely consider it torture.
Wishing for a dream just to
make believe that there is a reason to hold on
to hope
that one day we will find our way back.