Another Dream Poem by Brendon Secrist

I can hear you down the hall,
He made you cry again.
I can't take it anymore,
Watching you cry only kills me inside.
I knock on your door,
And hold you close.
Your tears stop,
And we talk about your problems.
I'm always here,
To hold you when you cry.
I'm always there,
To pick you up.
But he's back,
He's at your door.
But you see who it is,
And tell him 'It's over',
And walk back to me,
And take me by the hand.
Is this a dream?
If it is, Please don't wake me up.
I have no pulse,
My heart doesn't beat.
You hold my hand,
As I die.
Guess it wasn't,
Just another dream.