I don't think of Spanish predicates

It's quiet
And I am left alone
With my thoughts
And Spanish predicates

And my skin
That aches for your touch
And my heart
Agonizing for your love
And my throat scar'd
With feelings locked away

Tears slip
down my face

Burning paths of melancholy
For hopes not realized
For the Cinderella slippers
That scathed my heels with blisters

Our dog
An embodiment
of our life
together

Sleeps at my feet
Always following
Loving
Leaving
Biting
Kissing

I wander
Thinking
Of good times
of happy feelings
Of castles in the air

And I yearn
for that dream
Our dream

But I know
It was just a dream.