Stir

A dirge of intimacy and absence innit noew

The dream of her beconning. My Goddess. But I woke up. The dream of her cupping my face. I was listless. But I woke up. The dream of her walking up to me. I was lonely But I woke up. The dream of her waking up to me. I was broken. But I woke up. The dream of her raising my chin. I was suffering. But I woke up. The dream of her looking up at me. I was full of love. But ah woke up. The dream of her looking up to me. I was proud of her. But I woke up. The dream of her snug in my arms. I felt complete.

But I woke up.

The dream of when I opened the door. And woke up.

And found that she was just a memory.