He comes to me, in the middle of the night, every night.
I simply lay awake, waiting for him to come.
He just sits at the end of my bed, and waits for me to notice him, because he knows I'm awake.
We talk for a couple of hours each night, then he leaves.
He gently kisses my forehead and then disappears into the night.
Then he stopped, he never came back.
I cried and cried for him.
He said he would never leave me.
He said he would survive.
So I simply lay awake, each night, hoping that I will one day see him again.