I still dream of her

Her memory lingers on within the confines of my mind. I see her running away from my grasp in my dreams. I still taste her kisses on my lips. The warmth of her embrace makes me yearn for her. I still cry out her name as I wake from my slumber...

Listless in my sleep

I had this really bad dream last night. I was walking though a garden of stone. Headstones to be exact. Everyone I ever knew or would know was there. I walked on reading the names and every name had a memory that stabbed at me deeply.
I heard a voice telling me that I was destined to see them die one by one and never be able to lift a hand to stop it.