Water.
I dreamt about.
It washed away,
The dirt on my window,
And sadly,
Sedimented memories,
In my mind.

It was flooding.
You and me were separating.
It was a walk.
You were holding my hand.
And suddenly,
Water started filling up.
The stairs.
And also my eyes,
Cause,
We had to let go of our hold.
The long stare,
Of goodbye,
Of not knowing dead or alive.

It's a mixed feeling,
When I see you in the dreams.
I long for you,
Yet I don't want you.
And happily,
I can wash away,
These sedimented memories,
In my mind.

Water, I dreamt about.
Whatever, it meant.
Shakens my core,
But I can't care anymore.

-uk