Prisoner

When she appears in my dream,
I wake up heavy, trying to process what I have seen.
During the day I am fine, I have moved along,
But then the night arrives, and proves me wrong.

I have tried so hard to let her go,
But my heart is vulnerable down below.
Each dream creates a foolish hope
A happiness too hard to cope.

Sometimes I wonder if it is true
That somewhere else I am still with you.
Are dreams a window to that place
Where I wake up seeing your face?

Now I am returning to sleep alone,
Scared of dreams I have never outgrown.
Feeling like a prisoner of my own mind’s game,
Where she appears and softly speaks my name.