i fear every night,
that the memory of you,
would enter my room
and sit beside my sleeping form.

except that i can't be able to move,
numb as you kiss me slowly.
drawing breath from my lungs,
i, glued in a helpless position.

and when you're done,
the tears streak my cheeks
at the sight of you
sliding away from me, walking up.

oh- i hate this beautiful nightmare
of having to watch you leave in the end.
but then again, this dream
is the only way to see you again.

and it's truly a shame,
how i could never run after you,
just like in real life,
paralyzed in place.