THE DREAM

The dream

it was beautiful

it was lyrical

and it was false.

It was the antithesis of truthfulness

it was a betrayal of what I knew.

My dream was sweet and short

bite sized

like an ice cream sandwich

but, now,

awake,

I see its dimensions more clearly.

Still

it is an ice cream sandwich

chomped too quickly

swallowed too swiftly

on an autumn day

and the rush of sugar

and the crushing cold

leave me with a horrible headache

in its aftermath.

The dream was sweet

but how I suffer

now

awake

because of it.

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