A Widows Dream


I lay in bed and close my eyes.
Fall asleep counting sheep.
I see your smile in a dream.
Your soft skin, the color of cream.
You're sitting in a chair.
Combing your dark brown hair.
And you give me the most beautiful glare.
I open my eyes laying in bed.
Asking myself, "what's going on in my head?"
One, two, three, once again counting sheep.
In a deep dream fast asleep.
Preparing a nice dinner to eat.
I can feel your bodies heat.
You were always so gentle and neat.
I want to see you soon, you say.
So I ask "where can we meet?"
Under the old bridge next to the street.
Where we first kissed.
Back in high school, Math class when we ditched.
But I open my eyes laying in bed.
Asking myself, "what's going on in my head?"
Only to remember you are dead.
It was only a dream.

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