Dreams.

I dreamt of you last night.
Isn't surprising. I dream of you every night.
In my every dream you are smiling. and the smiles keep me going on.
I wonder when will I get to see you again.

I wish when the next time I see you,
you would smile like you did in my dreams.
But I know very well, dreams are dreams.
If dreams do come true so easily, there wouldn't be so many
going into great lengths to realise their dreams.

And so another day passes, without you.
I hate it. It's like I'd never lived at all.
All the time wasted when I'm not with you.
I pray I can see you soon enough.
and hope for the best when I really do see you.