The Broken Heart

During the night,

In the dark,

Loneliness consumes me.

I sit quietly.

I imagine you

Holding me close

Caressing my face

Whispering to me

With soft breath

‘I love you’.

I smile back,

Holding your hand

I tell you,

“As do I.”

I know this

Is a dream.

I know this

Is not reality,

But still it

Tears at me,

Ripping a hole

Straight through me.