A Dream Passing Through

Sometimes when I close my eyes I’m worried you won’t be there anymore. I’m worried that it was all a dream. A whisper from my sheets. Your hair pools around me, your eyes say everything I need to hear. When I’m around you there is no fear. When I’m alone in my room or in any place where you’re not, I start to unravel. Let the breeze push the doors shut behind us. Let your perfume travel. Help me remember the first time you broke my heart. The first time I shouted at the top of my lungs, proclaiming my love for you. The way you look, it seems as if you have so much to say but so little courage, so little time. This lifetime isn’t quite long enough for such painfully complex words. I hold your hands and you pull away, not letting me memorize your details. You hope that you’re dreaming. You wish you still lived in your comfort zone. I look at you seeing everything I’ve ever wanted burn down right in front of me. For some reason the stars are not aligned. There aren’t enough four leaf clovers, ladybugs and Lincoln’s to bring us closer. You leave, I shut the door. The click echoing louder than anything I’ve ever heard before. I sit on the ground, closing my eyes, hoping to dream some more. All I see is black with small wisps of red.