Poetry

Dreaming Of You

“Sometimes when I dream,
I don’t want to wake up.
Because there, I’m with you.”

Sometimes when I dream, I don’t want to wake up. It’s like I become someone else. It’s like I’m unchained at last, experiencing life from new eyes. Every sense is heightened. I see a kaleidoscope of color. I feel every sound. Hear every touch. But my favorite is the taste. The taste of you. The scent of your aftershave upon my lips as I say your name. It takes my breath away. And when I awake, I grieve that loss of you. At least I can tell myself that if I don’t have you, I still have me. That counts for something, right?

© Sarah Doughty

If I don’t
have you,
I have the memory
of you.

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6 thoughts on “Dreaming Of You”

  1. I dreamed about a girl who I loved, once. During the dream, I realized that I was lucid dreaming. So I took the opportunity to advance her, and kiss her. That’s the only time I’ve ever kissed her.

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