Bad Dreams

I wake up screaming,

my tears bitter from the nightmare

that has stirred me to consciousness. 

I long for your arms, 

warm and strong 

to wrap around me and 

hold my pieces together. 

But you're not here. 

You wouldn't do that for me. 

So I whimper and shut my eyes,

hoping my pieces will 

mend themselves back together

by the time the sunrise

reaches my window.