3:45

A dark hallway.
It is long and narrow.
I'm still affected by cupid's arrow.

I keep advancing.
There is never and end.
No upwards hill or sideways bend.

Stop and Stare.
There, appears my bed.
I don't run ; I stay instead.

Underneath lay our memories.
Little love notes and your silly drawings.
Nothing more now, than old belongings.

I presume it is here,
Where I stop to pull out the arrow,
Along the path so long and narrow.

Suddenly,
I hear your voice.
Don't want to listen but have no choice.

You say,
"Hello, I miss you dear.
I came back no need to fear."

There's something wrong.
This can't be real.
When did your heart learn to feel?

I scream back,
"You always did know how to lie.
When you left, love also died."

I violently woke.
Red numbers on the clock read 3:45.
"It was only a dream, love's still alive."