Farther Than a Dream

I don't understand
these dreams anymore.
Each one comes and goes,
through every open door.

Wanting and hoping
that you'll come back.
Even in my dreams,
I can feel the one I lack.

"He left you,
and you want him still,"
The voice in my head,
angrily quills.

"Forget about him,
get him out of your mind."
But no matter what I do,
I always look behind.

"I hate you!" I yell
At the surrounding glass wall,
"I love you," I whisper,
To no one at all.

I try to trick myself
into hating you.
But nothing can mask
how much I truely miss you.

My dreams are all
that I have left.
Along with all the memories
of you that I've kept.

Why do you hide
all alone in my dreams?
Do you even know,
how much you presence means to me?

I hope you know,
how much its cost
to go through everyday
knowing what I've lost.