REALITY OF DREAMS
My world was flipped when we first met,
Reality became a dream, my senses beset.
Imagination ran wild, dry things now green,
A fantastical landscape, my heart's unseen.
In slumber, I see you, a ghostly apparition,
Like my mother's spirit, a haunting vision.
You offer a toast, a bottle of Coke in hand,
But when I embrace you, only wind do I stand.
Your name is whispered, I turn to gaze,
But find only wind, an empty, hollow space.
As gusts blow by, I miss you more with each sigh,
Longing for your presence, a love that won't die.
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