You

I still dream about you sometimes
sometimes you are cold
sometimes it's me who is cold
I feel confused, betrayed.
Guilty for feeling these things.

I dreamt about you again last night.
You were the same:
thick brown hair
and bright blue eyes.
You spoke to me,
said you wanted to talk about something.
I tried to smile,
said of course,
but you moved away again.

The time draws closer for us to meet again
face to face.
And I learn from past mistakes,
smile on past joys.
but pray I can release the past,
and move on.

Written by Rachel 5/7/2005