That dream again. You know the one, when we aren't together anymore for some reason, and in all my dark despair, I call you in the middle of the falling, pounding rain, just to beg you to take me back, and again, yet again, and time and time again it's 'no' you say. And I give in to that bleak and cold despair, and put myself in front of a rushing car. And that's that for me. Then I wake up, and it was only a dream. I am filled with longing, and with emptiness. I miss you. I love you. I need you. I want you. But you're not here. Not anymore.
How much longer until that dream becomes reality? I know not.