I wake from a dream to be greeted
With an oddly
Encompassing loneliness.
A dream filled with vivid imitations
Of a life that could be mine
Or words that could be spoken
From people I could touch.
I have not yet learned to notice
How time jumps
Or how the clocks don’t tick,
So a sudden sense of loss
Permeates me
As I lay,
A part of me torn away,
With the rising of the sun
And my return to the awake.
Unsure of how I came to be here,
I can’t help but wonder..
How can an illusion be so strong?
And how can something feel so real
When it’s only in my head?
Lauren Kathleen 