When Dreaming You by Felix Jung When dreaming you, it never hurts. We kiss and everything I've missed about you goes away. The shape of your face, the fragrance of your breath takes precedence. The aftermath is certainty: I sense your image as it dims and fades. You go away. The mind is cruelty and offers paltry recompense. On waking, even though it's always me who's leaving you, it always hurts. --------- This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/us/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 171 Second Street, Suite 300, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA.