In Dreams

This empty atrium
has a high ceiling,
I can’t see
the end of it.
Outside the window
I can see
flares of the city lights.

Your smell
all over this empty house,
baroque mansion
outside space and time.

Everything here
reminds me of you,
although you were
never really here.
But still,
i recall your voice
reverberating
through these walls,
echoes
of an illusory memory.
In dreams,
you were singing
of hot summer nights
and eternity.

I don’t want to leave.
How can you let go
something you never held?
I want to stay.

But you are
already fading.
I grab your hand,
come with me.
But like sand you slip
through my fingers.

You are
no more.