Her

I dream of her coming back into my life everyday. Every-single-day. Some days, I remember what the dream was and on most days, I just know I dreamt of her. But, her voice, her smile and the way she looks at me with love & indignation reverberates when I sit up.
Advertisements

Your Thoughts?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s