A Dream Sleeps

Another night I am awake
thinking of my sad past, my rotten present...the thought of a future sounds like a mistake.
I wonder where you are...and what you could be doing,
are you asleep?
Or awake like me?
I think about our first everythings,
I remember our last moments as it was ending.
I toss and turn as the picture are thrown to the back of my eye lids
my heart aches at the words we had both said as the crying and yelling fill my head.
But what bothers me the most was the silence.
Disappointment sets in as I realize our future is gone,
and I will never know if where we're at is were we truly belong.
I can't help but to wonder if it was me or you,
but I already know it was both of us and that's the truth.
Its getting late...as a matter of fact its getting early: sun rising, birds chirping.
I would say its nearly morning.
Another day to look forward to of mourning.
I'm restless and can barley lay down,
but i close my eyes, lay in silence, and wait for rest to be found.
Our future is gone forever and it is hard to believe,
I am living in the past and it is hard to leave.
Another night of crying, remembering, thinking, awake with no relief.
While some place somewhere my dream is fast asleep.