I am jolted awake.
Sweaty and confused, the truth of my world sets in.

My nightmares have become my reality,
and i'm ashamed to admit i was awoken crying your name.

Not even metaphorically, I legitimately cried myself awake.
I was not aware it was possible for sadness to transcend through your dreams in such a way, and i'm forced to let the wave pass the best i can.
I have never woken up with the confirmation that you
truly are gone,
and i mean nothing to you.

My dreams are now strictly you fulfilled by the world and others,
meeting new people to replace me,
while i scream your name into nothingness.

mehh
come back please