Like a River, we float on Poems

You ever wake up and have dreams of people you miss and can't see any more.

I do, all the time. It's as if the dreams them self come real and take over.

It's as if when I'm dreaming I'm not here in my body but there in that memory.

Just waiting to woke up and the ones I miss are here in My arms again.

Just remember the times with them hurts me deeply and I cry about it.

memory is all we have in this world, them all I have to do is write out, just let it go.

Hard choosing what to do, you think.