And in a dream i was haunted…

haunted and hunted with an aching desire to escape from you, even though you’d already left

in the most senseless of places, i feel you there

then looking right and left, drained of thought and acting merely based on what felt right

and what felt right, was what i’d learned to know

and what i know is to be ever present, merely haunting you back by simply being here too

as a woman, i was made to perform

…

now wide awake, eyes wide, heart pounding, sweat forming, mind wandering

and wondering

this may have been a dream, but was it entirely a pretense of my imagination?

imagination?

or the creation of the subconscious mind?

a home for the hidden spirits of what once was and wishes to be again.