Awoke to Darkness
I don't remember
Most of the dream.
Just that you
Were in it.
Alive.
I think I met
Your parents?
Your brothers?
I don't remember
Most of the dream.
But you were
Most definetely
Alive.
I think I told you
How I felt.
Your response is
Blured.
The only detail that is
Clear
Is that you smiled
As I cried
And held my hand
In your own.
But the pressure in my
Palm
Was just a tortuorus
As the pressure in me
Chest.
I can't remember
Most of the dream.
But for a second
After I awoke
You were
Alive.
And for a second,
A fleeting second,
I was alive again
Too.
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