She calls out, but her chords just fail her

She shouts, but her voice doesn’t quite reach him

She runs, but he vanishes into thin air

Her outstretched arms never quite touching him

She would hold him tight but he slips out like sand

He treads through her sleep all night and every night

She fills her days with “things” but nights are so damned harder

She wakes up every morning falling into an abyss

She hopes every morning that the next night his dreams would give her a miss

She wakes up every morning hoping the next would be better

She wakes up every morning fighting with the mist

She wakes up every morning fighting with herself

It takes all her will not to bawl and not to curl up into a ball

She knows who will be watching her mighty mighty fall

So she hopes she stays stronger than the dreams that gnaw on her

She hopes she stays stronger till she has an iron fist control

She hopes she stays stronger till she gets her dreams back and around

And he is settled in her heart like an old old scar and not some open raw wound

 

P.s. She still calls them dreams and not nightmares 🙂