Another Form Of Punishment Poem by Tamara Turner

I saw my friend last night he came to me in a dream.
He called me up one night to see if anything interesting was happening.
I hardly seehim anymore and we hardly speak.
I guess you can say were like mimes slowly floating up the creek.
I feel guilty after I see him andit feels like I have committed a crime.
When my friends askes me how things went I am tempted to lie.
Sometimes I'll bring up an diversion like talking about another guy.
Trial and error which manifest its self in night terrors.
The feelings of love and loss which an heavy burden like having nails placed in my hands.
In my dreams, at first I am exited to see you like the beginning of a story.
Things are exciting there's not one thing that I can call boring.
We soar above the clouds because where we are going there's no way we ever be brought down.
Our love has no abounds there's no limit no means to an end.
What I don't understand is why the story cant just stop there.
Why cant we just stay there for awhile?
In the moments we feel elated to the moments that makes both of us smile.