Ghost of the past.

My subconscious keeps inviting you to lay your head on my pillow. And I wish I knew how to stop it because waking up without breath makes me fall again.

You’re just a dream now. A better picture than you ever were. You’re still good at coming and going considering I never know when you’ll enter the night with me.

But it always feels comfortable. You’re always perfect. So perfect that I know it’s a dream. But I hold on to every moment.

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Every day and every story holds a lesson.