From the Publisher
seems like I should know I’m home but this isn’t my house.
It’s always the same feeling and I tell myself maybe tonight will be different. I reach the stairs and there he is waiting for me. His hand is outstretched but I won’t take it – I can’t breathe. I have to leave. I’m in my car now and driving away fast. He’s in the window now looking at me as I drive away.
I can see you standing there in the distance, I know you’re there. I can hear your voice, I know you’re near me.
You are just the way I imagined you too be.”
***I have had this dream since I was 13 years old ***