On dreams

Tonight, my heart feels tender, as in weak, as in somehow its pulse is slower and it beats loudly, so these things happen, in a dream someone asked me to title their poem — but you can help me, you know, you could’ve helped me — but I woke up before I could — memories of another dream where someone asks me for directions, and I showed them the wrong way and then there really was no way left to correct it. I sometimes wonder where they ended up? What happens to people who get lost in dreams? Where to find them?

What happens to things we lose in dreams? I don’t know how to explain this loss : it’s like losing light, suddenly, before you could take the photograph.

How to explain the sorrow, the grief? How to say in the middle of midnight darkness :

I am losing light like blood.

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