dreams are just that

we wake

they fade away

all that remains
is a feeling
something has gone


we can’t quite
point a finger at
what it is

just feel this
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

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