my hand-written dream

I had this dream where
she gave me a key.

there were two
lockers and the key
only worked on one of them.

I keyed it and stepped
into this black and white world
of gray sand and colossal white
roman pillars on both sides of me.

every once in a while a breeze
of white paper covered my eyes
but I would shade it with my hands.

I could see her at the end,
deeply sad into herself.

I fought harder.

now I could see she's in a paper dress.

her eyes fill brown with color as I read
the line,
When you're sad, I want you to read this
and think about how much I love you.

she tells me she misses me,
that she wishes things were the same.

I hurt, but inside I know
it's her demon love that
twists inside of me.

I touch the written words
on her dress, and
she disappears.

I'm at the two lockers again,
both square like high school gym lockers.

I open it and try to step
inside to see her again, but I can't.

It's too small.

I dig deeper with my arms
but only letters start to fall.

she's gone forever in that
fucked up world of sand and
pillars.

I hold the key stupidly
in my hand.