... and I grieve

Like life giving blood

you weave

a scarlet thread

through my dreams

I yearn for it

for you

for us

but when I awake

the dream I long to live

is not the one

I'm stuck in

Old in body

young at heart

stuck in neutral

ever since the day

you stomped on the brakes

Metaphors galore

to describe this pain I'm in

this pain that would evaporate

if my dreams became reality

I hold my breath

as the curtain rises

fog

like stage smoke

is all I see

Misty water colored memories

of the way we were*

Even songs 

stab at me

like knives

reminding

with the dull ache of an amputated limb

that you are no longer here

beside me

we will never be again

... and I grieve.

* taken from the song The Way We Were, lyrics written by Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman