I can't go a night without dreaming of her. Night terrors in which I see her stumble down dark paths. She doesn't care about the gift of living, only dying and death. She was my best love and the hardest to hold beside me. I'm out of breath, I can't keep crying.
Every night in my dreams she stabs me in my sleep. Not with a knife, but a needle that drives deep. I beg her to let go, but she pierces me in the chest. I don't feel the pain. Just a swelling in my breast.
My heart, my lungs, when I wake up every morning are frozen. I wake up and feel my scar, comforted only by a cat she left at my feet. A living reminder of who we are, and who we have chosen to be.
I never see her. She's gone now, but every night she still stabs me in my sleep...