Once upon a dream

I looked at my phone to see if you had messaged me. Nothing. I lie in bed wondering if we were in fact just a dream. Only while I sleep can I see you one last time. I can hold you longer. I never held you enough. I can kiss you one more time. I didn’t kiss you enough. I know I’ll never be yours. I was never to be your person. I never had your heart. I envy her for having yours all the while. I envy them for having yours since. I am truly sorry. I know that will never be enough. Love makes us do stupid things. When you played “make you miss me” it’s what truly happened. I miss you so damn much. Well, I have the next life to get it right.