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Searching for the correct words to describe it,

all I can ever reach are absurdities.

I ask myself, "Why did I dream about you in the first place

even though you're gone?"

Earlier turning in for the night

I came totally unprepared to this "nightly attack."

I tossed and turned while I slept; meanwhile

mental images were there before me.

In truth, they were pleasant images of you even

though I thought I consciously accepted all the

things that happened to me

and because of it, I kept going forward.

I thought I went and left you behind me.

But these nightly dreams could give me chance I thought.

I believed I could reach you in some possible way.

Seeing your back made me happy.

I wanted to extend my hands to at least touch you.

I stupidly judged the situation as real.

Could I say it before the dream ends?

If not, how about your face?  At least your face would do.

I want to see it.

But then suddenly I awake which then sullenly makes

me a helpless fool.

Even though you're away, at least it was a nice dream.