Awakening

You were the stranger I saw
amongst the echoes of my dreams.

Your face, your voice –
I’m starting to forget them now,
as you fade, clothed in the fog of sleep.

So I guess,
I’ve disappeared
from your world now -

that strange, half-constructed world
abandoned in a forgotten corner of my mind.

When I cross the bridge of sleep
and dream,
the places on the other side
are never the same -

except for the feint scent of nostalgia...

I really thought it was real,
until it ceased being real,
and had never been real.

Somehow, waking felt like a leap of faith
gone horribly wrong.