I knew this would happen,
This wanting and need.
Every night you infect my dreams,
With only happy memories of our past,
Memories that omit the pain and heartache,
The ones that forget your silence,
And misplace the anguish,
So even though I know that this is best,
It seems as though my mind won’t let me rest,
Until it’s tortured me with sweet memories of you.
Hayley Geri 2014 ©