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.