Oscar Scar

I stretch my arms towards him every morning, waking from heavy dreams...for nothing; I look for him, hopelessly, every night, in my bed, when in my dreams I am sitting close to him on the grass I am holding his hand and I am kissing it endlessly. Oh, when, still half asleep, I stagger towards him and, by doing so, I wake up, I realize it had all been a dream, and a river of tears flows from my heart and, without comfort, I cry at the thought of my uncertain future.