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In Dreams

By bdgrey

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For the first time in my life, I was without. Never before had the world so full, all at once seemed so empty and dull. We said goodbye in the airport at the gate, and kissed each other, praying for kindess from fate. The walk down the tunnel was long with pain, in my heart for having left you, alone in the rain. But I had to leave, for the world would not permit our love, to live on without end. I had to leave to go fight overseas, and you remained with our relationship at a strain. Not because of my departure, but because of the possibility of death, and then you would not see me again. You were pregnant then, 7 months along, and I wanted to be there, to watch our child's only birth. Three months later, I recieved a letter, that sent my heart to hell. There were complications it said, while you were giving birth. The child was okay, but you were not, and died shortly thereafter. I took the very first plane home, and there I found myself all alone. You were not there to greet me with a kiss, and I broke down on my knees, the truth, a reality, I could not dismiss. Your mother came over, child in hand, handed her to me, and my heart rose again. All was not lost, I found love in her. Ten years have passed by, and I still love you more than ever. I wish you could see our daughter, she always asks about you. Her name is Imogen, just like we agreed. She has your eyes, and your beautiful smile, but you have walked the longest mile. You would be so proud to see her face, and hold her, like only a mother can. I pray every night, that your soul is safe, because one day I will join you, and we will connect again, our love the same. Sometimes I feel as if I can hear your voice, pushing me along, and I have made this choice, to live as long as I can, so that when I may die, we will be together again, and my soul will for the last time cry. She is the only living, trace you that you were alive, and in her, I see you, through her bright green eyes. I lay this rose at the head of your grave, closing my eyes, I  remember your  beautiful face. I will always love you, and we will be together again, and soon thereafter, we'll be the family in our dreams. Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 04:13 PM PST   0 • 12

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