I remember the week we lost you

I would often fall asleep to a tear soaked pillow and wake up in a dreamworld where you were still here

Breathing

Alive

But the worst part about dreaming of you was the fact that I had to wake up

Only to realize

All over again

That you were gone

I woke up every time awfully confused

Not knowing which of my memories were reality or imaginary

But I would soon come to realize

It was over and done with

Therefore I had to wake in bed to a tear soaked pillow

I really don’t know how I didn’t drown in my own tears

Drown in my own sorrow

How I stayed alive

But I did

Here i am

You could say it’s a miracle

I would say it’s a curse

Although I still dream of you

I don’t wake up confused anymore

I don’t wake up wondering if you’re still alive

Or if that was all in my head

I know all too well my reality

But I can only hope

That I’ll keep meeting you in my dreams

That I can keep looking into your eyes

Even if it’s not real

Even if I wake up to reality and

You’re

Still

Dead