Often

You visited me again last night.

 

All the time,

You struggled with words

Trying and failing to say

What I could hear

In your eyes anyway.

 

What I had wanted to hear, forever.

 

Your hand in mine

Sending shivers down my spine,

You walked alongside me

Like good old days

Making jokes and telling tales.

 

Then you paused.

 

You looked at me with eyes so sad.

I knew you’re holding back.

There was a time

You could have told me things.

You lament missing that chance.

 

I wish you’d say it

So I can kiss you this time.

 

But as always, I wake up

Feeling your hands in mine.

 

It seems to be the pattern.

Every night in dreams you meet me.

Every waking hour, I try to forget

What can never be.