Through the dimly lit night,
Your hazy shadow simmers and becomes solid.
A solid I can feel,
A solid I can wrap my arms around.
You speak to me,
“Will you be my Angel?”
I close my eyes
And I finally remember how to smile.
You are real.
We are real,
I am sure of it.
My head spins.
I cannot open my eyes.
I can still feel you,
Your body,
Your heartbeat,
I feel our bond…
Break.
My eyes fly open.
I awaken alone but with a vivid memory.
A contradicting memory,
Of what was real and what was not.
My dream took me on a journey into the past.
A past that has been complicated
By delusions,
By false namings of real events.
I remember what I want to remember.