I dreamed we went to the white house,
You closed your eyes,
I stared outside,
Your hand in mine lay on the chair,
And I felt so alone.
I dreamed the people around talked about how odd it was,
To have a runway right next to where,
The president lives,
And I remember I cried,
Because of Anthony.
You just looked at me with that empty look,
And for once I was ashamed,
So many times when I just want you to love me,
You act as if it's pain you never see.
Staring out the window I saw the plane,
Heading down into us and I couln't believe,
I grabbed your arm in an attempt to breathe,
YOu looked up in surprise than horror flled your eyes,
You grabbed me close as I cried.
Then it was over,
And how true is it that -
When you finally get what you want,
It's too late?
I woke up terrifed aone nin my bed,
Relief washing over me,
I wasn't dead,
But then I cried for the only place I want to die,
Is holding your hand,
By your side.
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