I woke up

An empty feeling filling my head
like a rising black balloon, that accompanied
a dream of a phone call from you
that had never happened and was never going to come,
and in my misted consciousness I sent you a quick text,
like I used to do, “you were in my dream last night…”
and like the dream’s lost plot, softly folded
and safely tucked on a low wooden shelf
in the black balloon’s darkest corner,
the message was sent into a void that eats all matter
for no reason beyond the notion
that it can.


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