reality... (old poem)

again, its reality..
inside that is killing me.
still, i cannot seee,
why i, without you must be.
because of you, my mind runs free.
i deal with the fact that you're not here
in my dreams you feel so near,
there i can see you so very clear.
losing you is my biggest fear.
the way you touch me so sensere.
in my thoughts you're hard to miss,
my imagination created more than that dead kiss...