The same dream. Everytime.
Flashes of steel and metal, of passionate pain.
Something worse than all physical pain, seeing his body, twisted on the ground.
Burning tears, each one stinging more than the last.
Wishing I had had more time, to have said all the words I wanted to say.
Realizing that he was gone.
Gone in a flash, in a blink of an eye.
Gone and remembering nobody will grieve him but me.
He left nobody but me.
Yet somehow he's still with me.