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The dreams that form in my head are maddening.

In strange places there we are.

My memory takes me back, to places I have forgotten.

They bring back feelings that are supposed to be gone.



The dreams are always the same, with different faces.

Suppressed is my guilt, my regret, my shame.

My eyes are closed, rapidly moving,

the sensations are so vivid, that I don't dare wake.



For if I arise, then it's all gone.

Every feeling that I want to feel will be banished.

I need to feel something, to wake me up...

from these dreadful days that are so tediously long.



The prolonged thoughts in my head are maddening.

Heavy on my chest, and in the back of my mind.

I stroll through the day, hoping that no one will notice,

that the love I have felt, is never really gone.



These vagaries that shadow me, are all that I have.

I play them over and over again in my mind.

The places, the emotions, the intensity, the madness,

is the only way I can remember that they were once alive.



I awaken again, to a devoted husband.

He lies so faithfully next to my side.

I smile at him, and assure that I love him.

At least in my dreams, they are always alive.