Man of My Dreams

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I dreamed of you last night.
We spoke for a long while.
I felt your soft, sweet touch again.
 
I caught your gentle smile.
We walked along the darkness,
passing by familiar shadows.
Nothing seemed to show itself. 
Everything was clear.
 
I came into consciousness;
I knew you could not follow.
But there, again, I found you, 
like all the times before.
 
If it’s just a memory, 
I beg it “go away!”
But something stirs inside of me,
like it is something more.
 
If it were dead I’d bury it.
The issue would be done.
But like a seed I’ve planted, 
it’s sprouted in the sun
 
The gangly roots upon my heart, 
I want to tear it out!  
So, I close my eyes to sleep 
knowing the dream will reoccur.
 
This time, I think, if we should meet
I’ll say my piece 
A sweet goodbye
So that the love may gently die.