If Only I Dreamt Awake, I Might

Here I sit,
trying to stave off inevitable sleep,
As long as I control my thoughts,
I'm okay.
But when I dream,
I dream of you.
And I'm actually happy,
Only to awake to an empty bed,
and rise with empty eyes and a heavy heart.
Woeful words escape their porcelain white prison,
and my heart beats vigorously.
Yet I am not truly alive,
for I am awake.

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