Dreams Remembered - Then Forgotten

I could say I had it all ... once.

Nice house, car, huge yard.

Wonderful woman, friends.

One day, it all went away.

But the dreams keep bringing me back.

I can see those days,

clearly,

they breathe in my dreams,

rise up,

take hold;

then I wake.

My mind tries to bring that back,

but ever quickly,

they fade like a forgotten touch,

a forgotten kiss,

a forgotten laugh.

The gray fog around me lifts,

and my day begins.

Yet, I smile.

It was all there, once,

now forgotten.

And yet,

the turnstile of dreams,

rotates in my sleep.

Remembered then,

forgotten, tomorrow.

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8/12/2018

8:44 p.m. - 8:48 p.m.