My Memory Of You... Poem by Fallen Angel of Avalon

You stand before me in a dream
As real there as you are in life
You stand before me
And they come...

They come as i touch your skin;
Breathe you in and feel the softness of your lips on mine.
Tears; free-flowing, fast and fierce
They come...

They come and they are relentless
Burning my skin, piercing my soul,
Feeding the longing, the loss, the sorrow
They come...

They come for all the mornings missed waking in your arms
For the shared silences
For the laughter that left when you did
They come...

Pain i buried deep inside becomes alive;
It is fresh and raw and real
And it hurts, and i cry...
And they come...

They come for all the times we had,
For the ones we never will;
For the dream that died, the hope lost,
They come...

They come and i let them come
For, like you, when i awake they will be gone
And all that remains is the emptyness inside
And my memory of you...