sometimes
dreams are just that
we wake
they fade away
eventually
all that remains
is a feeling
something has gone
missing
we can’t quite
point a finger at
what it is
just feel this
loss
where something
once was
it’s why
i am so consumed
with dreams
the best parts
of me seem to
die with them
until i am a bed
of fallen leaves
crackling in my own
brittle demise