Sometimes I have nightmares
not of raging beasts
and savage demons
But of peaceful days
long since gone
where your face holds no shadows
they have not yet formed
and you smile at me
and I have no fear of that smile
it brings no pain
not yet
and you touch my skin
and kiss my lips
Yet I wake up
with tears on my cheeks
and a pain in my heart
as if another portion of it
has died and crumbled away
and I must remember again
the shadows and ghosts
that have taken your place there.
Sometimes I think
those are worse
than any horror
or beast
my mind can
conjure
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