Nightmares

Now you’re gone, and here I stand, flowers in hand.
Your spirit has drifted, along with my thoughts.
The preacher bows his head and says a prayer.
You arose from the dead and prayed along; sang a small song.
I take a glance at your body to find the casket bare.
A tear falls from grief, and sorrow.
I awake from my nightmare to see you lay still. Breathing at a slow
I awake in the morning to find your body had disappeared. I start my day with one of my nightmares.