Woke up from my sleep,

To the sound of rain hitting glass;

My body as damp as the window,

A sigh of relief left my mouth following the words:

"Thank God! It was just a dream."

It was just me, in our rustic abode,

On top of our comfy olive couch,

The sliding door open, the wind blowing in;

Sitting where it began with us two

But now it's just me and you are gone.

Walked into the kitchen for the first time in a while,

Been eating less ever since it happened,

Opened the cabinet and crouched down to stare

At the unopened vintage elder wine,

At that wine bottle, we never got to share.

Chose a different bottle and poured a glass

For me to drink away what's never gonna pass;

Instead of placing it back on the shelf once it's done,

I let the glass fall and break just like my heart,

As there sat the wine bottle he never got to taste.

Every corner of this house screams his name,

Every fabric retains his scent,

Every brick is half my soul while the other half is dead,

And now it's not home anymore,

It's half-alive like me and half-dead like him.

As I crawled back into the bed clutching his shawl,

Every object seemed to be in its right place,

Yet the room felt empty;

This place which once was my paradise-

Now screams to me, "What is left?"

Now up in the same room, in the same bed,

Rain still pouring as he asked me why I am awake,

"It's nothing, go back to sleep. I will too honey."

I'll tell him the dream next evening,

For I can't wait for us to share our wine bottle.

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Written on: 20/04/21

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