What was I going to say?
The door was closed.
I wanted to knock but,
I was afraid.

What was I going to write?
The blank note and pen
shaking in my hands.
Space under the door was just enough.

Why did I have to wake up?
Such a dream told me so much,
and so little.
I want to go back to sleep.

You seemed to know how I felt.
In reality, I don’t think you do.