Curse of a memory

I live in my dreams and die when I wake,
cursed to be happy but only for a moment.

from her voice to her laugh I hear it all as if she were there,
just to hear it disappear.

Though i know it isn't real, I feel her warmth clinched in my hand,
 a cold reminder how lost I am.

my heart feels heavy now that I wake,
to look to my bedside to see an empty space.

I lay back processing every detail trying to hold on to the false memory, trying to pull the dagger from my heart that bleeds desperation.

so I lay there knowing how foolish of a dream it really is, to hold her again would be a fairy tale, a happy ending I was never meant to have.

days to months, months to years and yet my bleeding heart has never stopped beating for her, what is life without love, what is love without the person.