last last night

It was just a dream. A dream that for a nanosecond, resembled reality. Or perhaps it was only me, for tirelessly waiting for a miracle, who perceived it as real. Because I wanted it to be.


So there we were. November, December, January, February. I almost cried when I saw you came. And yes, the intensity of it all. Too much passion, too much rubbing of skin. I was about to say that I love you.


But then again, it was only a dream. And you were already gone the moment I turned my head around.


You were gone. And that't the only thing that remained real.