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Forgetting Barely out of my dreams I turn to your side of the bed Forgetting I try to curl up Next to your warm body Forgetting I wait for your loving arms To encicle me as we lay Forgetting Forgetting that you're not here Anymore. Alternate Version: It's three a.m. Two hours before my alarm rings and life begins once again. I wake slowly and ease to your side of the bed, waiting for your arms to hold me in the silence of the morning. A ritual I've enjoyed for many years. I try to snuggle close to your warm body, a vain attempt to quench the fire building in mine at the thought of you. And yet I can't feel you; you're not there. You're not real. Just a dream, you're a figment of my lonely imagination: a memory and a future that I have never really had. And once again, tears fall from my eyes. Yet another ritual, but this one I don't enjoy. Dream lover, why must you be so real? My patched and lonely heart cries to see you aren't next to me in the morning, and yet recalls you every night to lie with me, easing my pain through the night. Because of you, I am alone in this world of lovers and love. I remain a dreamer, determined to make it through this hell. I curse my fate, turning my tear-streaked face from the clock so determined to mark my eternity as only fifteen minutes. Previous :: Next :: Writing Index page