You

Meeting you was all I ever wanted. You made my wildest dreams come true. I dreamt of what we would be every night before I went to bed and into my sleep. The thing with dreams is, they aren't real. I can dream you here now, but you are gone. Broke heart, promises and tears are all that's left of you. Broken. I hear your voice and it sends shocks into my temples. I see your face only I've forgotten. Forgotten how you looked as a stranger. I have forgotten you.