Just A Dream Poem by rose higgins

She walked up the hall,
and stood in front of her bedroom.
A war went on inside her,
whether or not to open the door.

She loved him, she new she did,
but was that then?
Was that before?
Or was this just a dream?

Did she really wake up every morning,
to find him gone.
With no note or letter ending with three little words.
Or was this just a dream?

Was that really him,
in that resturant?
Was that really him holding someone else?
Or was this just a dream?

She woke, to an empty bed.
It wasn't just a dream