I dreamt I was going
I cut my short life more
The pills in my right hand
As I lay on the bathroom floor

A good friend ran in
Slapped the pills from my hand
She held me as I cried
But she did not understand

Later my past lover
Asked me to sit near
He smiled and flirted
Like it hand not been years

And my poor angel pup
Came into play
In my dream he did not die
Instead he had ran away

He returned to me
Drool pooling down his muzzle
He held him till I woke up
Confused and so puzzled

I lay in bed ten minutes straight
Attempting to sort my thoughts
Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes
As I realized my dream was not