I dreamed of you last night.
Your face so perfectly vivid.
Even the scent of you was so real
That I mistook my dreams for reality.
I’ve been doing that lately.
I saw your smile again.
The way it was before
The ground beneath us crumbled,
The way an earthquake
Makes skyscrapers fall into tiny bits
Or a puff of breath
Blows down a house of cards.
And when I awoke
I was reminded of the devastation
That still continues to linger.
The empty places that same precious face
I saw in my dreams last night
Would fill my moments.
Reality is the house of cards has fallen.
“About last night…”
I start to say to myself.
“Thank you, God, for wrecking my world.”