I dreamt of you last night. I was a mental health nurse, in some random building. I was sent to check on the lower floor where there was psych evaluations going on. I was told to pay particular attention towards the safety of a medical practitioner interviewing a man by the same name as yours…I started to head down the stairs to that room. I heard your voice, yelling, screaming, crying.
I froze still. I could just see the back of you, standing there in a rage. Over what I don’t know…
I turned and started to walk away, as I felt you would be embarrassed if you knew I was there, and on staff.
Then I had this over whelming feeling to hide for my own safety.
I just made it into another room. As you stormed up the stairs raging. I could see you, as you stared at the door, I was hiding behind. As you went to barge through I woke.
I wonder if maybe. I did make the great escape. If my always feeling for you, because of your inner hurt, nearly cost me my safety or sanity. Or does it mean there is another chapter.
I hope I don’t fold in pity for you again. However I hope you can get rid of your demons and be the true you.
I wish I could look at you when I see you, just to answer my questions. Xoxo. …olé one