4th & 5th poems – “That Night’s Dream” – Lingering, and You Remain

Maplespal

(4th part) 

That Night’s Dream 

“Lingering” 

  

my love, you are the one I keep so near 

losing you is the only dreaded thing I fear 

your beauty and scent are potent, they will endure 

my admiration and loyalty, will remain for sure 

  

your presence that lingers by my side 

it’s within you I often stop to confide 

you know of how your opinions viewed 

jaded, dated, and a little bit skewed 

  

your whispers incoherent at crucial times 

it’s when I visualize, my anxiety climbs 

you’re the one I look to each and every night 

although I am alone within our dwelling site 

  

every night those words repeated you said 

the feeling of your hand on my sleeping head 

reminders of when you laid lifeless by my side 

that room, that door, and the bed inside 

 

 

(5th part) 

 That Night’s Dream 

“You Remain” 

 

all 1000 threads cling onto your scent 

each of them asking where you went 

the pillows still hold the shape of your head 

I can’t bring myself to tell them you’re dead 

 

bounce sheets still the same kind, 

every store visited always need to find 

same detergent, dish soap, and the flowers you adored 

rewatching those videos we use to record 

 

your favorite chair, it’s now where I sleep 

there are days the pain hurts really deep 

your mothers quilt it wraps me each night 

your pictures are always in my sight 

 

every weekend I walk the same silent route 

through the harshest weather without a doubt 

I leave a poem at your gravely site 

I’ll be leaving this one there tonight 

  • Author: Maplespal (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 2nd, 2024 03:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: hope you enjoy all the "That Night's Dream" poems.
  • Category: Short story
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  • sorenbarrett

    Loss and reliving it through remembered images associated with the lost is a bitter sweet experience. Nicely written

  • Bella Shepard

    In dreams we can find those lost to us, and the feeling will linger on after day has dawned, they are never gone. Beautifully and lovingly written my friend.



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