I looked for you...

Had a terrifying dream. I dreamed you were alive. That you'd just simply gotten lost. And to find you, we lost our way. We couldn't get back and all that time I knew you'd be wondering where we were. Why we couldn't be bothered finding you.

But I did. I looked for ways to get out, to not settle in. But, in the end, nothing I did mattered. When it was ready, it threw us back into reality.

A reality where you were still lost. Where I entertained dreams of you knocking on the door and saying, "I'm sorry I was gone so long." And being so sorry that you missed out on so much.

And every knock, every call was never you... Until, that fateful day you came back. I saw you coming and I rushed to open the door. You stood there, nary a smile on your face. You stood there and looked at me, accusing me.

And I ran away. Because I realised you were never coming back. You were lost and, in my dreams, finding you didn't help. It would never be you.