to sleep, to dream

mon cher, i dreamt of you last night. you put your arms around me and all was right with my world once again.

i asked you where you had been, and why the silence? and you had no answer but your smile and your warmth.

and then i woke up this morning. it was all a dream. you are still gone away, and all i have are tattered, crumbling fragments of memory that cut me when i think on them.