I dreamt that you climbed through my window,
Whilst I was lying asleep.
Holding your heart in one hand,
& In the other, a poem to me.
Clutching the gaping hole in your chest,
I watched as you fell to the floor.
You were observing every breathe that I took,
The way that you did before.
You placed the bloody organ in my hand,
And tucked the poem into a book beside my bed.
You kissed my forehead gently,
Then you took one final breath.
I tried my best to reach you,
But I was much too late,
When I finally made it to your side,
You were gone and I was awake.
So I stumbled to the edge of my bed,
And Opened my book to page 197.
I unfolded the poem and proceeded to read,
Each perfect word about our beautiful forever,
& I never even questioned, Whether or not it was real,
I just remember wondering if that is how it would feel.
If you literally cut your heart out & Gave it to me, Before you disappeared.
