I dreamed of a story so real, it was impossible to be a dream.
When I woke up, the pounding of my broken heart felt very real.
I was gasping for air.
I dreamed that “you” and “I” were a “we”
and the joy of it was so substantial, almost tangible.
I was woken abruptly by banging sounds coming from the street.
I got up and walked towards the window.
The garbage truck was passing by.
The streets were shimmering after the rain
and the lamp posts had glowing halos around them.
I was cold, my eyes swelled up.
It felt so real and then suddenly,
I was alone once more…
19/01/2016
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