Of What

I dream of crying

of breaking down
of uncontrollable tears
of someone who was here

and now is not
and watches over me
and finally understands
too late
what I go through
what I experience
what I feel
too late

getting here was hard
I dream of crying

being here is hard
I dream of crying

where do I go from here?
why must I dream?

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