At night
in the dark and quiet
I sometimes dream it
turned out differently,
ended happily,
that maybe somewhere
in some universe
you stayed
and we’re
together.
Dreams can be
funny
hopeful
painful
things,
can’t they?
But in that dreaming place,
at least,
I can kiss your face
and tell you,
“Good morning,
good night.
Goodbye.”
- Comment
- Reblog
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
A Virginia Writer's Diary 
there was loving
kinky
pushing shoving
but too much talk
and not enough
loving
push came to shove
and hate is what
became of our so called love!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Very poignant and beautiful, Katie. I felt you in every word and line, and understand it in that other universe in which we must sometimes dwell.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLike
Beautiful. I feel the words you wrote, as I know the feeling, perfectly.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome.
LikeLiked by 1 person
A poem that balances heartbreaking and heartwarming. 💞 You wrote your beautiful poem when you were ready to write it. Grief deserves patience and grace. I hope the writing brought you some comfort.
LikeLiked by 4 people
Thank you so much for these kind words.
LikeLiked by 1 person
My honor to write them. 🙏🏻
LikeLiked by 1 person
Interesting poem!
You write beautifully always
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you very much!
LikeLike
Beautiful and moving. This resonates for many people in different ways ❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! I love to hear that.
LikeLiked by 1 person