Temptation made me dream
you had left me, and instead of freedom
that I think about in true time,
there was a smirk on the face of loneliness.
In that dream I walked back
to where we first loved.
The room empty and the air stale.
It could have been anywhere
but it was not.
I could have been anywhere,
but I was not.
I was in a dream
and the temptation to yell out your name
in my dark spiraling sleep
was real, and I woke.
Laurie Kuntz is a widely published poet. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. Her new collection of poems, The Moon Over My Mother’s is published by Finishing Line Press. Visit her: https://lauriekuntz.myportfolio.com/home-1