Dream

Was it a dream? You decide...

The policemen at the door

Lots of sympathetic friends

I’ll feel your warmth no more

No, this can’t be the end

It’s just a dream. . .

 

A church, the color black,

People crying, I feel numb

My mind won’t stay on track

You’ll come home, back from. . .

Because this is just a dream

 

The next day I awake alone

Your side of the bed ice cold

I hear the ring of the phone

Your voice asking them to hold

Was before just a dream?

 

You approach me with a smile

Wrapping me in your arms

I just hold you for awhile

Until I hear the alarm

. . .it was just a dream

Reviews

[Tammy]

Nice poem...

Tammy