DISTURBED

The night is quiet

All I hear is your regular breathing

I cuddle closer

As I lay in your arms

I get these dreams

I see him

I hear him

It is always the same

He wants to come back

He wants us back

He made a mistake

In the end he walks away

My heart gets broken again

You turn kiss my forehead

Caress my arm

I toss and turn

Wake up drenched in sweat

Later I get a text message

“Hey! I was just wondering how you both are doing?”

Are these

Vivid dreams

Visions

Dreams

Nightmares

Or

I am finding it hard to let you go L

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection