It was just a dream.
I know it was.
But she was crying so intensely.
Was it a dream?

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
Things I'd done
but had no recollection of
other than a distant feeling of love.

That horrible act?
That was me?
It couldn't be.
But I felt perhaps it was,
like the faint remembrance of a dream.

Was it a dream?

It started out so nice.
I didn't know it would lead down such a dark tunnel.
Talking and laughing
turned into silence and sunken heads.

I was walking away, but when I turned
she was crying so intensely.
So much distance between us.
So much pain in her face.

I closed the gap and made ground,
but the pain hadn't disappeared.
A friend walked by and caught my glance.
His face was swollen with news.
I asked, "What's wrong?" and he said in short, "You."

Confused I turned.
A man said, "She's gone."
I looked in the distance, and saw nothing but random faces.
She was gone.

"Back to the beginning," I thought,
and jumped into the water which now digests the path we took.
Swimming deeper and deeper,
confused of where to go,
and short of breathe,
there then was only blackness.

It was just a dream.
I know it was.
And it was.
But it was all too close to reality.
And she was crying so intensely.