After all this time,
and after all that's changed,
I still dream about the same things.

I'm sitting with her quietly,
going through old things
that are full of memories.
My dreams finally register that
something is wrong:
          i'm crying
                    quietly
          trying to stop
She notices
          try not to
But there's nothing she can do
          i'm screaming
                    quietly
          trying to make it stop

The image of us is reflected in the mirror on the wall,
displayed sharply in front of me –
                  - the only clear thing in this fuzzy dream.
No matter how hard my conscious mind tries to ignore this,
          to block it out,
My subconscious mind remembers,
and refuses to let the rest of me forget.
          It's permanent.