Emotional Baggage

Woke Up From A Dream

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5:36 am ... again.
The faint honey-lemon like impression
you are all to familiar,
I remember you.
Almost every night you are mine
The world seems right
Until 5:36 am... when you depart,
with love, with my heart.
Fading... again.

I struggle to find meaning,
each time, each dream
I smile because to feel you once more
was to be in reciept of a miracle
even if only dreaming.
I sometimes wonder do I?
Are you laying in bed,
at 5:36 am?...
I doubt it,
the final fleeting images evaporate
at 5:38 am, another day.