Dreams

In my dreams sometimes you are a ghost
Watching me wander around my empty corridors
Looking for company whilst you sit there
Invisible.
White.
In my dreams sometimes you are a shadow
Following me through life
Watching me run in circles around you.
Black.
In my dreams sometimes you are hers.
Clinging to her like your last breath.
As I bleed my blood into this page wishing
Wanting.
Waiting for you to be mine again.
But in this dream you are mine.
Holding me in your arms.
I see you staring at me with those eyes.
We are burning.
Red.
And I know.
I will forget you this way in the morning.
But still, I sit.
Bleeding crimson on these pages
Waiting for you.