Sweet Dreams

We went for a walk

on the wooden pier. 

Napped underneath the

beach umbrellas.

I don't think the scene

in my head is real

cause I can feel

the phantom hurt inside.

When the phone rings,

such hurt remains.

I was watching

parts of me evaporate.

Today lasted so long.

Seeping like ink.

I notice minutes move

morning through nightfall.

It got really bad.

I lost count.

But beneath my pillow,

I hid a formula

for sweet dreams.