Dreaming

I watched the sunrise paint the sky this morning. Fresh memories of you still dancing through my subconscious as I try, in my still-half-asleep stupor, to convince myself you never left, that you’re here with me. Then reality shatters it. Your warm presence exists only in my dreams now. Just as my helplessness arises when I remember that it was only in my head. That moment when I have to be the one to break my own heart as I tell myself, “it was only a dream”.