In Memory of Gaje Jeffrey Florence

I don't want to dream anymore but then again, I do. I see your little face and those eyes stairing back at me and I reach out to touch you but your not there. My dreams feel real and then I wake up with a pounding heart and tears in my eyes.

No one understands me, you understood me. I keep waiting for you to walk through the door just one more time. I pray for you to come back, but my prayers are not answered. I wisper your name each time I pass your room. I step into your closet and I see the toys that you once played with. I swear that I still hear your voice calling out to me.

Sometimes at night, I hear footsteps by the bed, is it you? I want it to be you. I want to be able to reach out and touch you one more time just to feel your warm heart beating against mine.

I cry, oh how I cry and no one seems to hear me. I scream on the inside and I beat myself up just waiting for that moment when I will see you again.

Why do my dreams scare me? Because their not real.