Dare to Dream

Her face I see in my dreams 
not just at night but sometimes during the day as well 

For a split second I think I miss her until the image of her attracts thoughts of our pain 

At one time we loved one another more than words could ever attempt to explain 

That was before all the mistakes that we both made and long before the resentment 

I still enjoy that second or two before my insecurities steal her face from our lost love  

I still enjoy that second or two before my beautiful dream turns into that horrible nightmare