3am........

I wake from a troubling dream....somewhere in the night a voice whispered to me.

The voice was soft and soothing, breath coming in short spurts.

Whispers that I knew to be of love, yet the words were not of love.

The words were cutting like a a sharp hot knife. It's my breath, coming in short spurts, heart pounding, stomach lurching.

How can it be that it was a figment of my imagination?

The body, so familiar yet I can't see a face, you won't show your face.

Are you ashamed, or just a dream?

How can it be that you are done? How can it be that your feelings have waned?

Is this real or just a dream........

Is this the past or is it my future?