UMU 12: Two Worlds

 Every night there are two worlds...

To go to sleep would mean a nightmare of you. 

To stay awake would mean to see the ghost of you.

The memories of late light night journeys  and sharing the same bed, 

come to life and dance around my room like a carousel. 

An existence reaches out..., 

A life drained hand grasping back. but to just phase right through.

A struggle between two curses. 

Except, how can they be curses if they are you? 

There is both happiness and sadness in seeing you. 

No greater joy than the thought of you. 

No greater heartache to not be able to hold you. 

There are two fidelity....

An impossible dream. 

Or the reality...