Dreams

Could someone like you love someone like me?

I can almost see it now.

The dream I’ve had for most of my life.

The one that compliments my recurring nightmares.

I dream of a home with a family that I love..

I see a daughter that I’ve raised.

I see him standing in the rain.

With me. 

I remember feeling the laughter and joy from my dream.

I don’t want to wake up the next morning.

Not if it means that I will be alone for good.

I can feel my heart ache.

Even now.

I so desperately want this to become real.

But I don’t think it ever will.

What if I’ve met him and I just haven’t realized it yet?

I doubt that.

I know what love feels like even now..

I have a suspicion.

But I won’t dare think on it more.

I won’t follow that feeling in my chest.

Because how could he ever love someone like me?

Reviews

[Green]

I wouldn't give up hope just yet. Sometimes it takes some of us a little longer. I cannot speak from experience just yet, but I think I'll know it when I find it and since you seem to have a very clear vision of the future, I suspect you will too. Your poem is filled with longing and is somehow both hopeful and resigned at the same time. It's a sad, somewhat emotional write, but it's good nonetheless and, at least to me, a relatable well expressed sentiment.