She was in my dream again,
It’s been awhile since she existed.
Researching my subconscious,
She wasn’t catalogued or listed.
Clearly she never left,
The dark recesses of my heart.
I tried so long to let her go,
But my mind didn’t want to part.

Walking amongst the stacks,
The volumes of her smile.
They way she used to laugh,
A story written in her style.
I’ll find her in the fantasy section,
Where nothing is what it seems.
The fiction of my fallacies,
It’s the library of my dreams.

Don’t need her in my dreams again,
For this is how I fell.
An inquiry into my subliminal,
Remembering a descent into hell.
I think I fell in love,
Or maybe just filled a hole.
She left a mark upon my...