I had a Dream...
A dream of remembrance slipped into my mind.
Being reunited with a not forgotten family member brings great joy in most.
The meeting was without doubt exciting.
But through the extreme joy was great pain.
The pain was not from an open cut or sore.
It was the pain of realizing that it was all fake.
A dream cannot bring a real touch.
It cannot bring a real conversation.
It cannot bring the real lost family member back into reach.
Thought I don't want to admit it, knowing that whom I see is not the true one I wish for makes me uneasy.
But I hold onto them.
Even though it is a dream, I can feel their warmth.
The look in their eyes seems confused, as I cry and weep to see them again.
I can almost hear their thoughts.
It was as though they thought; I should not be upset about them being gone.
Feeling this made me wonder.
Could this be the real person I have longed to be near just once more?
But it could not be.
They have been gone and lost for years.
Are they now an angel of god?
Is that why