The Dream Poem by Heather Yarbrough

The Dream

Every time I have that
Dream I die a little inside
I don’t know why I’m having
This dream but its killing
Me alive.
I see you lying there
And I don’t know why, your heart
Know longer beating and
I feel mine slowing down.
I’ve had this dream over
15 times, of your lifeless
Corps looking at me with
Screaming eyes.
When I’m awake I feel
Your body next to me
But you are not there.
When you are there
Your distant and unaware
That every time I have that
Dream I die a little inside.