Dreamin

I Dreamt of you again, each one always around the same time; early morning, perhaps your just awakening thinking of me, praying for me, picturing me lying next to you, recalling good morning greetings, as I have done. Seems like you never existed, then the memories live, breathing life into you, your heart beating to each moment you're remembered. I touched you, kissed you, I know you are real. Will we ever say goodbye? Each have had a turn running from the other. Must we continue unfinished?