I dreamed of you last night
In water colored tones
Of manet painted and muted
In my mind
I saw you, head turned slightly
To the right
Glancing at the incoming waves
As they crashed loudly upon the sand
You brushed your hair back a little
Out of your face
As the wind gently played
With the strands of gold
And I saw that in that instant
Your heart and how you felt
Your soul and the loneliness
Of the loss you have
And yet I am here
And I can’t touch
I am here
And I can’t hold
I am here and I love
But you can never feel
For me what you felt for her
For you could never love
A ghost….
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