Dream Encore

I dreamed of you again.

I thought my subconscious
had forgotten you, and left
you to my conscious mind,
where I don't know if
I know what my feelings are.

When I sleep, I don't question
my love for you. It seems so clear
in the fog of my created world.
One touch of certainty
among the nonsense.

But when I wake, my mind
splits in two, fighting itself.

"It's only a dream"
one side says. "It means nothing"
while the other hopes
to find deeper meaning
in the secret romance I dream of.

Last night, I dreamed of you,
and tonight, I stay awake.

It is not the possibility of
your presence in my sleeping mind keeping me
from sleeping, but as I sit, awake,
you creep onto my computer screen,
and I tell you I dreamed of you.

(Beforehand, I warn that it will
"weird you out."
Afterward, I punctuate my confession
with an "lmao."
Awkward laughter, as I wait
for you to agree,
"it's only a dream.")

You are not the reason
I stayed up all night,
but hours later, as I lie awake
I know you're fresh in my mind...

So I hope that if I fall asleep,
it's not long enough
to dream of you again.