Meeting you again

T: "I love you... but this is better."

L: "I love you... don't leave me, please..."

She was broken.

I stepped back
and walked to the door.
I opened it
and looked one last time
at the only love of my life.

L: "Don't go..."

And the door shut.

And I woke up again.

Again.

For half a year now.
The same dream.
Over and over.

I ran my fingers through my hair and looked at the clock.
3 a.m.

I didn't even need to check, because that's the usual time.

I hugged the pillow that had his T-shirt on it.

The T-shirt that no longer smelled like him.
The T-shirt that was now full of my tears.
The T-shirt that now means everything to me.