My dream
You sat on the edge of my bed
Stroked my hair
Kissed me on the cheek
And left
And when I woke up
I could still feel you
Even though it was just a dream
And you were never there
My hand went to my cheek
So strong a memory of that caress
Was coursing through my veins
That I cried
And you know I don’t cry easily love
That was the worst of it
Because I’d dreamt so sweetly
And you were never there
Author notes
this is for the tenth option on this
Written July 13th, 2003
A contest entry
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250 points, ended September 20, 2003, 138 entries
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