Maybe this was never something that was meant to be.
I always talked about how it was a dream.
to be yours
Maybe it was supposed to stay a dream and I never knew.
I was never supposed to live the dream.
But I did
and now I'm awake in my bed and your sent is gone.
It lingers but it does not have the strength to envelop me.
Rather it's a lingering hand on my face,