I still dream of you. Hits hard sometimes, when I do. A punch to the Heart, another crack in the soul.  I dream still, frozen in our moments.
In that other-world, we laze and lay, embrace and love even as if the time has not passed, moved on... Over us.


I still miss you and makes me feel crazy. But if one is all I get, I can't imagine a better dream.

Love,
Gilbere