It has been well over a week, two,
a month, perhaps 3 months
that I have been dreaming of you.
So long a lamanent-warm idea that whispers to me as I sleep.
Never had I ever dreamt so much about a someone, not even all the lovers that I had casted my love upon, could not conjure up such images in one's sleep.
It's the beginning of the year & I can still hear you speak;
in my dreams.
This has begun to be the biggest reason I like sleeping.
At least then, you could visit me.
In some alternate universe where our subconcious lies without us by its side
to help guide us, secretly.
Oh dear, I am afraid this year will be full of magnificient nightmares that I may never want to wake up from.
It is scary;
that I can easily distract you from my thoughts when I'm awake,
though fast in a slumber, daily visits are aquainted by games of cat & mouse.
A constant chase to erase the memories
at least for the time being.
But no matter how hard I try, I cannot deny that....
You'll return to me,
in my dreams.