ghost
Sometimes I feel like crying.
But I don't.
I keep dreaming the same dream.
We walk together and we're talking, like we used to talk. He interrupts, turns to me, "Roman, Roman," he says, "Stop. We can't talk." I pause, confused, briefly. But I know what's coming. We both do. "Roman, I'm dead."
Then I am walking alone, a silent ghost trailing beside me.
Usually I wake up in sweat, alone and terrified.
But I don't.
I keep dreaming the same dream.
We walk together and we're talking, like we used to talk. He interrupts, turns to me, "Roman, Roman," he says, "Stop. We can't talk." I pause, confused, briefly. But I know what's coming. We both do. "Roman, I'm dead."
Then I am walking alone, a silent ghost trailing beside me.
Usually I wake up in sweat, alone and terrified.