Last night, I didn't dream of you,
But I dreamt with you.
We cascaded down the infancies of time.
Holding on to what we are,
forgetting all we've lost.
We don't ask questions because
we know the answers can't be deciphered.
When I wake, the only thing that remains of you is in my mind.
Distant memories, fading pieces of lost and broken dreams.
For the next hour, I weep for you.
When my body is weak, and face saturated with tears;
I reach for pen and paper because that's the only way I know how to escape.
I begin burning my thoughts onto that paper.
My mind scribbled in ink across blank pages.
Blank pages that have no more meaning than I feel my life may hold.
I reach for a bottle of something that will satisfy that need to escape.
It will end the agonizing pain I feel without you.
And just as I feel all hope begin to slip away,
and death approaches my lips;
I see you.
And I feel you around me.
I fall to my knees,
watching death scatter on the floor around me.
For the next hour, I do not weep for you.
I lay motionless on the cold tile floor,
Alone.
Time slowly passes, and only one thing crosses my mind.
Tonight,
I will dream with you.
I will not ask questions, and answers will remain undecipherable.
Nothing is explained, yet everything has been revealed.
That I must live without you.
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