You were the last thing that I thought of before I went to sleep.
It was no surprise that the dream I had was of you.
Like any other time, whether we were together or not, it was like a dream.
A fantasy of words and feeling that were never meant to come true.
It was meant for the dream world.
Only to last for a brief moment in time.
I see you in my sleep yet I feel for you while I’m awake.
It is a feeling I can’t explain nor understand.
In my dream I was told that I would be missed.
Not by you but someone like you. Someone close to you.
Those were words I never wanted to hear.
Even in my dream I was told it was over.
In that sense my dreams do come true.
Even when I don’t want them to.