This dream.

This terrible dream.

This wonderful dream. 

This cursed dream.

This enamored dream. 

This hate-filled dream.

This wishful dream.

This uncontrollable dream.

This reoccurring dream.

This dream so beautiful I find myself crying in the depths of the night 

And yet, 

Reality seems to overcome pulling me in once more. 

Heart racing, cheeks moist

I awake to the sound of your distant voice. 

Mouth dry, palms up I reach for you. 

I seek solidarity and encounter only solitude for  

Alas, it was all a dream.