I Dreamt Of You. Again.

Once again,

Convoluted imaginings drifted off to You.

I fled from You but Your grip on my arm was firm.

"Why do you keep running away from me?" There was a tinge of hurt in your voice.

"I...I'm scared that reality will trample upon my dreams and all I'd have are mere shreds," I whispered.

Weeping, I awoke to find my pillow soaked.