Dreams

Here I am in my thirties now writing about silly, romantic poems in my room on a desk and thinking to myself,

This is not a love story.

I panic but I think of you as you are always in my thoughts, in my words and in my dreams.

My angel, my demon;

my pain, my pride;

my happiness and my sorrow.

I have loved and I have lost

I am still a dreamer and I have yet to follow my dreams.

But I am still stuck thinking that you will still be there in my future;

and still the boy sitting on a church pew;

but gazing at me…..