Remembering

(written in response to a Writing Class prompt)

Your last look for ever will pursue me

though I sleep my soul crackles into life

at the remembrance, the desire,

and dies again, for you are not there

If I dream it will be to abandon you

to the past. So, quietly, I refuse to dream,

and wake and weep and sleep again

fearing to dream, but longing for your face

Nothing takes you away, nor brings you near

the heart of your quick mind whispers near

shrieks through my head with a wild shudder,

screaming a song of what should be and is not.

I do not wait and watch in expectation

I have no hope, but something in me lives

and that is you, and what you were to me

and are to me, and will be, and cannot be.