I had a dream last night that we were in one of those big garden mazes. We were in separate parts, but close enough to talk and laugh. You would sound so close, like you were just around the next corner, but I could never get to you.
I would run, expecting to turn the corner and bounce into your arms and feel your strength and warmth as you kissed me. I desperately wanted to be with you. At first it was fun and a game, but then the mood changed.
My delight turned to frustration and frenzy. You began toying with me, on the verge of being mean. I felt upset and on edge. The more I asked to end the game, the more harsh your words became. If I was good enough, I would find you. If I tried hard enough to please, I would get what I wanted. If I was enough, you would stay.
I found myself in the middle of the maze alone. I sat down on a bench and started to cry. As I listened, there was only silence. Where had you gone? Would you really leave me here by myself, lost in this maze without your guidance?
Now awake, the feeling of the dream still lingers.
