Dreams

My dreams are my deception.
Telling me you miss me when I already know you don't.
Nightmares that don't happen, maybe predictions for the future.
Outlandish extremities like death and torture.
Always less than perfection.
Empty hallways with your name plastered across them.
Flickering lights and dancing shadows across the walls.
Walking forward, perplexed, trying to find an open door.
Searching for a new direction.
The lights turn on and it's you.
Your smile drains me of all I hate.
Then I remember what you're like.
A new-found tension.
I am uneasy and I turn to walk away.
You stand in front of me to prevent me from leaving.
Your hand touches mine and I cannot speak.
I might as well stay.
Empty dedication.