grief

In my dreams,

the universe

grieved for me;

your hands

brushed against

my second skin,

your laugh rang

in my ears.

In my dreams,

you grieved;

there were tears

in your eyes,

there was hope

in me.

In my dreams,

I could build a fort

in your very arms;

a mere reminder

I woke to:

no love exists

for me.

- e.d.

7 April 2018 at 8:54