dear phil ;; phan

5th of february

Dear Phil,

I had a dream last night.
I was crying.
You were holding me in your
arms.
You were kissing my arms where
red lines lay.
My arm was a canvas and my
only colour of paint was red.
You kissed away my tears.
You told me to stay strong.
You held me tight.
You were whispering in my ear.
"It'll be alright," you said.
"I believe in you."
How I wish that was true.
You're not speaking to me again.
I don't know if you're trying
to torture me but, if you are,
it sure is working.
I miss you, Phil.
I don't want you to leave me
again, Phil.
I'm scared.

Dan.