journal forty-three.

last night, i dreamt of you

and even in my dream, i didn’t think it was true

i had the thought that i was dreaming

told myself to wake up, and i did, so seemingly

it had to be you, since still, you were there

and confused i was to see you so clear

when did you arrive and why are you staying

my past days on repeat, somehow replaying

you danced and danced like you gave no fucks

but here i was, staring, with no such luck

and when i finally awoke, i couldn’t tell if it was true

did i actually wake up or was that really

you?