In My Dreams
Last night I dreamed that you were not real. As I reached for you, I saw you disappear like smoke under my reaching fingers. I saw a tear in your eye as you faded from view, and, heard your voice, as if from very far away, saying that you were sorry.
I sat on the side of the bed and cried bitterly, for I had loved you with every part of my soul, and I know that you loved me in return. I had felt your love surrounding me for so very long, I could not believe that you had never been there at all.
But, as I wiped the hot tears from my face, I realised that you "must" be real, For if you love someone with all your heart, and they return that love, then they must exist. I knew for certain then, that in some reality, maybe not the reality I live in, that you did indeed exist, that your love was real, and I smiled through my tears.
I struggled from my bed, still half asleep, still trying to hold onto the last of you through my dream, and as I stood in front of the mirror I was surprised to see it was your face reflected there.
Then I understood. It was I who was the dream. It was I who was not real, and it was you who had dreamed of me and given your love through that dream. It was that love that had given me life until the dream ended. All of the love and laughter we had shared had simply been one night's dream. We had lived and loved a lifetime in that night, and I knew that wherever I might be, I would miss you for an eternity. For even a dream can love, and feel hurt from the loss of that love.
As you rubbed your eyes and the dream began to fade from your mind, I whispered, "Goodbye my love, although I cannot hold you and kiss you goodbye, know that in my own way I will remember you forever." and then I was no more.
