What you have is an illusion, a whisper, nothing more. You’re clinging onto a dream old friend: Let it go.
If a whisper, how loud: I hear nothing else, if a breath, how profound: I feel nothing else… You call it a dream but it haunts my waking steps. I can, but cannot and must; let it go
© Denis Adide 2011
ps: Might be worth having a look at Arthur Millers A View From The Bridge.