If I told you I loved you would you believe me?
Would you still speak to me in subtle whispers like the wind?
Would you hold me close or just hold me in your heart?
I’ve wondered a fortnight.
Trying to find the answers to these questions.
Still, all I’ve found is silence, and darkness.
For how can one love what does not exist?
Yet, I feel you in the pit of my stomach.
Just another bad dream.