I woke up to a memory of you. Lying in this bed alone, in an empty home. Sheets reek of your smell. Oh how I cling to my matted sheets. No one warned me that you would still be here. A figment of my dreams. Thoughts of you race as I slowly begin to pace the floor. For what I had seen in my dream was a vision, a form of reality. A lucid dream of you and me. I began to cry myself back into reality.

One day you’ll

Be dreaming of

A dream I had,

Thinking how I could

Let our love go bad,

But you had the chance,

You had every chance,

Then you let go of your choice,

I’ll keep holding on

I’ll keep holding on

To a dream of you

Holding on

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