I see him almost every night
He always seems to visit me in my closed eyes
I'm not sure why he's there or what his motive is behind it all
I always seem to recognize his very blatant and distinguished face
Seldomly, do I see him smile but when I get that chance I cherish it whole and nor do I take a second of it for granted
He always acts distant to the point it's evident he's been hurt but with wishful thinking he continuously moves on
A closed book is what I use in comparison when saying his name
To gaze into his eyes takes me into a dream within a dream, to a world unknown of it's very own
I have a vision of him walking towards me, a sight to be seen all on its own
He pulls me in with a look of concern
His looks and facial expressions holding a conversation all of their own
He says a million words without making a trace of a sound
With myriad thoughts in my head I lay there just lost in his world
Then he leans in to kiss my forehead
He lightly whispers he'll never leave
As he grabs my head slowly
I then awake to find an empty room with much recollection to find he's everywhere
I go about my day as normal and best I can
Just knowing I'll go to bed that night and do it all over again because everywhere I am, he is too
