It is but a dream

I wait
hoping
wishing
lurid dreams of
sexual interludes,

Powerful
strength
needing
not you
remembrance of your past
interjecting into your future.
Frozen in a moment that is not more.

I will no longer keep the night light on
waiting for you to open the door.
I will no longer leave a crack.
I turn my back and
swiftly walk, and never look back.
What ever will be; will be.
You will be my love, that will always be my love.
I am not hurt and I am not angry.

I long for a moment
unanswered
no sweet nothing.
Laments
for what I hoped for.

It is but a dream

Thank you for the experience.
or lack of....

© 2011 Stefanie Stevens