I touch Heaven

But only when you fleetingly visit,

Albeit rarely now,

In my dreams.

I have never known

Such pure bliss,

To see you living

So close in my dreams.

Like manna from Heaven,

A gift bestowed,

To keep me going

Another day.

The elation withdraws

Quickly as I wake,

As the cold, hard

Cruel reality dawns.

That is the hardest part.

I can see why you don’t

Visit often now.

Natasha Haidar © 2018