Last night,
I dreamt about you.
Walking together
at a beach,
you took my hand
in yours
and interlocked our fingers,
just like the day
when you had first held my hand.
It felt so good.
It felt so real.
Then all of a sudden,
I woke up,
and reality hit me,
that you still weren't ready,
to come to me.
YOU ARE READING
The Silent Spirit
PoetryA collection of short poems and quotes written by me during sudden outbursts of frustration, love, betrayal or joy. Highest rank: #38 in Poetry as of 8th April, 2017
