Sweet dreams is such a deception, not all dreams are sweet.
You can close your eyes with relief and escape the harsh reality.
As I fall into a deep trance, I start to see your face,
Hear your laugh,
So why am I so sad?
Then I realized it’s not you, you’re just an apparition, a mirage, created by my insanity.
I begged and pleaded for you to stay but we both knew it was far too late.
Despair filled my body, and it was as if I was drowning from it, hoping it would take me away.
You pulled a photo from your inside coat pocket and stared deeply into it with a smirk.
You hesitantly show me, and what I seen was a photo of us.
I wanted the photo so bad; you could physically feel the love radiating from the picture.
It didn’t matter how much I desired the photo,
You wouldn’t let me keep it.
When I asked why he still needs it, he chuckled.
He hugged me tightly and spoke
“this is my light, on the darkest of days, its my most prized possession”.
To my relief I woke up
I was thankful that none of it was real.
As I got ready for the day, my memory started playing over the horrid nightmare I had.
Then it hit me,
Tears began to stream down my face,
My stomach felt like clothes tumbling in the dryer.
It wasn’t a nightmare, it was a dream, it was a dream because my reality is the nightmare.
You are gone from this world and have been for months.
The world is empty.
At least in my sleep I was able to see you, to talk to you, to have some part even if it wasn’t all.
It was just a dream.
Sure, you’ll be with me in my heart, but it’s not the same.
It was just a dream.
©ourreality
O