I always end up having a dream of myself waking up in a house alone by the sea,
Walking up stairs that felt endless to walk upon yet heard voices upstairs,
Of her and I.
Yet I search room by room,
Door by door,
Her laughter begins to fade.
Reaching desperately door by door,
Until I open the door at the end and her laugh fades into the air,
and it was just sea waves.
After Dark Poetry 