03-19-2013, 10:38 PM
The Dream
He opened his eyes and felt the tears stream down. He had dreamt of her. Of days long past and what could have been. He lay there, overcome by the dream. He allowed himself a small smile as he went over memories. He turned his head to the right, and as always, there was just empty space. His hand running over the place where she could have been. “How many years?” He thought to himself. How many had passed since his heart went cold?
Life had all but robbed him of his optimism and carelessness. It had been replaced with a calm, collected demeanor and a distance in his eyes. Many a night had he sat and thought of her. Even after so long, no one compared. This was all futile, he knew. For the woman he loved was gone. She was someone else now. Someone new. Most importantly, he wasn’t the man she had loved. That version of himself had gone, never to return.
But still he found himself thinking of her. To indulge in the aching. The one thing that kept him tethered to who he had been and to better days. He returned his gaze to the ceiling and let out a sigh. Wondering if he would ever find a love like that again. Wondering if his heart could even be brought back. If he was worthy of a savior. He closed his eyes and drifted off. Walking up the driveway to that knowing smile.
He opened his eyes and felt the tears stream down. He had dreamt of her. Of days long past and what could have been. He lay there, overcome by the dream. He allowed himself a small smile as he went over memories. He turned his head to the right, and as always, there was just empty space. His hand running over the place where she could have been. “How many years?” He thought to himself. How many had passed since his heart went cold?
Life had all but robbed him of his optimism and carelessness. It had been replaced with a calm, collected demeanor and a distance in his eyes. Many a night had he sat and thought of her. Even after so long, no one compared. This was all futile, he knew. For the woman he loved was gone. She was someone else now. Someone new. Most importantly, he wasn’t the man she had loved. That version of himself had gone, never to return.
But still he found himself thinking of her. To indulge in the aching. The one thing that kept him tethered to who he had been and to better days. He returned his gaze to the ceiling and let out a sigh. Wondering if he would ever find a love like that again. Wondering if his heart could even be brought back. If he was worthy of a savior. He closed his eyes and drifted off. Walking up the driveway to that knowing smile.