I still dream.

Fifty dogs, we said
And fifty cats.
Running wild and free
In our garden

Can you hear me now?
We had this dream
Of our house and how
It would be.

And I think about it
While knowing,
I shattered it.
While dying, on the inside.

I can write poems
And I can write stories
I can write songs but
You'll never be here.

I miss how you layed
On my chest and how
You made me feel
Like I was special.

And even though
You're gone and I know
It is my fault, I still
Wonder, do you feel it?

How much I love you.