We are thru,
That is clear,
So why are you still in my dreams,
After it has been almost a year?

The dreams come and go,
But always reappear,
Each a continuation of the others,
But all bringing fear.

Fear that they are true,
For in all of them you're dead,
But because I love you,
You just won't leave my head.

I'm scared to tell you about them,
Because I don't know what you'll think,
If you'll laugh or understand,
Or just call me a stupid freak.

So instead I pour my heart out,
In cryptic poems like this,
Just hoping you will understand,
And apologize with a kiss.

~Stephanie M.
 
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