I dream about her a lot.
Not as much as I use to, but I still do.
Except before she was in my dreams.
Now she is in my nightmares...

Before she would smile and hold my hand.
But now she stands there laughing as I suffer from a broken heart.

Night after night there she is watching me toss and turn.
If she would talk to me I would ask her, When?
When will she let me wake up in peace?
When will she love me?
NEVER.