I had a dream that I lost you.
The ground below had shattered and fallen, leaving you over an endless void.
White knuckles from clenching the railing,
you were barely holding on.
I was on the other side of this railing, safe on a sturdy platform.
You looked up at me with wild eyes, beads of sweat trickling down your face.
I outstretched my hand.
A hoarse whisper, from chapped lips, "You don't have to do this,"
I wasn't sure why I had said that.
After all, this situation hadn't been your choice.
Still, you clung there, unmoving. Just....staring.
I took matters into my own hands, and leaned over the railing,
grabbed you by the wrists in an iron manacle grip.
And then the flood came.
A torrent of rushing water broke through the chasm
as if a dam had broken wide open.
The raging currents roared their threats at us.
Your fear quickly turned to sudden confidence,
a grim smirk spread across your face.
Ripping away from my grip.
And before I could blink
You hurled yourself into the depths
Blood-curling, piercing screams.
Pinching my arms,
I can't wake up.
It wasn't a dream that I lost you.
Or did I dream of losing me?