First draft

I was with you again last night, in my sleep.

You were as perfect as memories, and you loved me.

I touched your skin and smelled your hair.

I heard the bells ringing in your laughter.

You lay on top of me and made me sweat.

I knew it wasn’t real but I chose to stay.

Until the truth of dawn tore you away, just as before.

The sun is bright and the day full of hope,

But I see none of it as I ready myself, alone.

Please don’t come back tonight.

I don’t want those memories anymore.