Help Me, For I Am Dreaming


“I can’t help but dream of the day,
the day we become one again.”

It’s winter again, and I’m reminded of how you used to hold me in the night. When the air was too cold, but your body heat was enough to keep me from shivering. I cling to your scent, not wanting it to disappear. But I’m still here, under the same sheets, and I’m beginning to feel the ghost of your touch fade from my memories. I’m still here, and yet I’m beginning to panic. The thought of forgetting your scent haunts me, because there isn’t anything left of us but memories….

© Sarah Doughty

Special thanks to Blood Into Ink Press
for publishing this piece.
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3 thoughts on “Help Me, For I Am Dreaming

  1. Reblogged this on Sex With Luna and commented:
    When we fall in love, we are often so blinded that we rarely see the person for who he or she really are. Yet and still there is no decision more difficult to make than deciding whether or not the person you have been with, the person you know you once loved, is still the right person for you.

    At least that’s how I felt long ago, with an Ex long past. This poem by Sarah Doughty connected with me on that very thought process.


  2. Ms. Doughty your words have ways of just resonating with ones emotions. This one I loved dearly as it reminded me of love long past, and even though I wish them nothing but bliss, their Love that we had is something I will always cherish and miss. Thank you for sharing this piece.


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