(2001) Aftermath Poem by Deana Rode

Sometimes I wonder if you feel it;
the residue of the love we shared
that's left in your bed;
if its fingers go through your body
and taunt you-distorting your dreams
like it does to me...

Every night when I lay
I feel you next to me;
your essence sleeping with me,
driving me mad with the lonliness it creates;
going through my very being while I dream,
twisting and turning my soul in half
until I wake up in a phsycotic state,
screaming for this nightmare to end...

Do you ever feel it?
Am I the only victim in this horrid game,
or do you sometimes long for the love we had
like I do every day...