Dream

I am going to leave, soon, he said,

And the air became heavy with

The ashes of yesterday,

When his words did not know how to hurt, just yet...

 

But it is much too early, I said,

And never before had I felt so empty,

Like words had taken all my breath away...

 

He was just a dream, they tried to convince me,

And I could not but hate them for waking me up,

His skin still cool and soft against my thirsty lips...