I woke up crying
and I felt my dream shatter and fade away within the second.
‘Don’t cry’ they said, ‘you’ll only hurt yourself.’
Don’t I know that. Yet, I could not stop, not for a good time.
‘But why?’ they asked.
‘For I am sad’
‘Because of your surgery??’
‘No, for other reasons’, I answered, trying desperately – and in vain – to cling on to the fragments of my dream,
unsure whether it was the dream itself, or losing it, that made me cry.
Someone please tell me where forgotten dreams go.