remembered, forgotten

[Kristine_ES]

i have your betrayal right here in my side, next to your brown eyes and warm skin. i can't stand the pain of not feeling you here, but only in my dreams. i hear your voice and see your smile and memorize each word your sweet mouth makes. i wake and wrestle with the thought of writing what just happened in my dream, though it is not real it feels like adultery. if i do not write this dream, the memory fades; i lose your smile, your voice, this moment. what do you do with a dream that wants to be real?

Poetgrrl
New York
8/23/2010

[Ann Mintz]

Poetgrrl indeed.

[Kristine_ES]

howdy, and thank you for the kind comments. don't get back here as often as i should!
@ Bill Floyd, profile pic, Iron Maiden...my muse since forever. :)

[Angela]

You have written a vivid and interesting six, Poetgrrl.

[Jared Handley]

If not loss, if not heartbreak, somewhere, sometime, everyone has asked that last question. Way to add some weight to it. Nice work.

[Bill Floyd]

Powerful stuff. That dream where someone who is gone has returned is like a fresh wound.

By the way: greatest profile pic ever.

[Kaleigh Somers]

i really like this. it seems like a lot of people could relate to it.