Pieces Of A Dream Poem by Tabitha Castillo

A morning part. A sheer adieu. I am torn from you again.
With tingling feeling once adorned severed by evening break.

Every time I wake from you and am blessed to see your face
A little piece of a dream of you with me I take.

Can this be a medicine for a mental health decline?
To sugar coat each waking dream? How sweet your voice can feel.

To host the realization that each sleeping wish I made-
I get back a piece at a time. Your feelings for me are real.