Where Is Your Head

The hardest part about dreaming
Is waking up
And realizing it wasn't real.


Suddenly, everything around you
Quickly becomes a translucent wisp of air;
Like a breath rising from your lungs,
And a decrescendo-ing sigh departing from your lips.

"I hope we don't disappear somewhere along the sands of time," she said.
"No. We won't." He rolled his eyes. But she ignored it.
They shared an embrace in the midst of the cold Pacific air,
And just as fast as the sea salt air tossed her black-brown hair over the midday city sky-line,
They were gone.


(This week has been especially busy.)