Reoccurring Dream

Soundly I sleep in the dead of night...

...dreaming solely of you...

the extent of my dream limited...

Dreaming of all the things I left unsaid...
...haunting me...all of the things...the beautiful things....I've never said to you...

I wake, silent tears streaming down my blushed face...

as I reach through the thick silence for a handkerchief lying comfortably on my nightstand...

I, now being use to the reoccurring dream, know to have it to comfort me from those haunting bouts....

or...are they....

Nightmares?