my dreams, my love

in my dreams,  
i envision an alternate universe,  
in which a broken heart
can simply be sewn back together  
with nimble movements  
of a mother and her caring eyes.  
in a world where i can have you  
and the life we've made together,  
without arguments and words that sting,  
eerily similar to that of a bee.  
i want a world where love is enough,  
or where we are unaware that it is not.  
 
my arms reach out,  
waiting for your hand to meet mine.  
my delicate fingers stretch,  
with unyielded yearn,  
to lay their lips on your smooth skin.  
my limbs grasp for whatever remains,  
desperate for one last loving embrace.  
 
they fall to my side, empty-handed, as i wake.  
i reach for your end of the bed to find  
an imprint of where your messy chestnut hair  
has lain.  
tears stream. whispered is a mantra to keep me sane:  
"do not beg for what does not want to stay."