I’m six feet under
a mound of blankets,
with the fan running on high
to drown out the sound of reality.
Every few minutes I’ll close my eyes
and have one of those dreams
that lasts for a second.
You’re always there.
Some of them are memories.
Others never happened.
All of them are confusing,
because when I wake up
I don’t know what is real,
and what is only my heart
thumping for a second chance.
If it’s going to be like this
I want to dream forever,
or not at all.