Like every other grieving poets,
I spent days and nights wandering
alone in my own dreamland
just to see if I could find you there

the fictional memories
we both had throughout this time
were just a fantasy
ignored and full of lies
I realized now
it's better to lost you
if this is what love means

For too long I have been waiting
for our rendezvous
in my own dreamland
I am hopping you would come
and be with me in this beautiful nightmare

Too late now,
you're gone and I am still here.