Prophecy in a Dream

A visions of haunt my dream. Cloudy images of things to come wake me from what should be peaceful slumber.
Your essence still bound to my spirit,  lingering in the dark corners of my mind, retaining residence in I portion of my heart I can't seem to mend.
I have reached out to you, too here your voice would either comfort  this shadowy prophecy or exorcize the demon held up in my subconscious.
I feel every time you are tormented,  suffer when you struggle.
The curse of being both empathicly bound and unrequitedly in love with someone.
I wish there was so way to comfort you, sadly distance and circumstance hinders any effort put forth.