Longing for a Hug in a Dream

So, what’s left? Please, answer me.

What remains after all of this,

Is it just a fading picture of you?

I long for an answer I can bear,

One that might ease this aching grief.

But what is left, then?

Even though I know, painfully so

That the answer will never come.

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Is there anything left — even a shadow?

I walk forward, not knowing why,

Each question echoes with no reply,

I try to answer, fail — then lie to myself,

And then, what? Does it bring you back?

What remains in this emptiness?

Only a picture of you,

And suddenly — everything returns.

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All this time, I try to answer;

But what is left, then?

Memories. That is all that’s left,

A hug in a dream,

A joke that carries your voice,

A gift I still hold in my hands because of you,

And then I pretend that everything is okay,

Just to make it through the day,

I fool myself into believing I will see you every summer,

What’s left, then?

Everything that reminds me of you.

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We were foolish to believe that personalities could truly keep us apart,

We were too naive wasting time on things that never mattered,

We were too idealistic to think it would last forever,

And treated it as if it always would,

What’s left, then?

Just a dream,

I tell myself,

One I will surely wake from,

But what remains?

Only a hug in a dream that I will never let go!