Dream

He would look at me,
and have that small grin.
His eyes would follow my movements,
like shadows, quick to look away.
He'd talk to me,
and lose his words,
not sure what he was going to say next.
His cheeks would have a trace of red,
and his eyes would be comforting.
He would know my name,
and all about me.
He'd be there for me.
But this isn't real
Only a dream,
only a wish.
Forever there,
eating at my heart.
Never to be,
but to always remain.