The Dream

Last night I was walking
I heard a sound and turned
and there you were
You held me close, so warm
(You were alive)
Your heartbeat was real
(You were alive again)

We strolled along in the moonlight
Talking about everything
Finally I realized
that you couldn't really be here
and I asked
Why?
Hadn't you wanted to stay?
With me?

With one of your sad smiles
you slowly shook your head
and stroked my face with your hand
(You were so cold)
Your image fluttered and wasn't there
and I slept on, walking alone.