Sometimes I wonder if you feel it; <br />the residue of the love we shared <br />that's left in your bed; <br />if its fingers go through your body <br />and taunt you-distorting your dreams <br />like it does to me... <br /> <br />Every night when I lay <br />I feel you next to me; <br />your essence sleeping with me, <br />driving me mad with the lonliness it creates; <br />going through my very being while I dream, <br />twisting and turning my soul in half <br />until I wake up in a phsycotic state, <br />screaming for this nightmare to end... <br /> <br />Do you ever feel it? <br />Am I the only victim in this horrid game, <br />or do you sometimes long for the love we had <br />like I do every day...<br /><br />Deana Rode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2001-aftermath/
