dreaming with a broken heart

there were many nights when i was young that i would have dreams with a particular man in them. i never knew who he was. i had never met him in my waking life yet, he was always there guiding me through the maze of my dreams like a guardian angel showing me the way through life.

he became a constant companion, always there, silent. his presence was comforting in a world i had no control in. before i knew the ways of men he was there to blanket me with hope; to remind me that i wouldn't be alone. now that i am alone and have been for such a long time, i wish he would return. i would hate to think that at my age i no longer need him. or maybe it's because i should have replaced him with someone made of flesh and blood long ago instead of seeking comfort from a whisp of smoke in a dream.