DON'T EVER WAKE ME UP

I fell in love with a phantasm. An eerie, wandering figure, Stealthily padding across my room, eliciting a cold quiver. Between the matter of our souls, there was a mighty chasm. I could have sworn I had caressed his face, Listened to his soft, silk-like voice echoing with such grace. His hands did hold mine with reverential tenderness. One sole kiss on my forehead unleashed my barely contained sadness.  What you last whispered to me, I cannot reminisce.  Finding myself incapable of conjuring your semblance. Now reduced to a treacherous off-white blur. Where none of this did occur. Crowding thoughts foster my lament, From the first light on the horizon, I agonize in my self-made torment. Each corner of my mind is stained.  Only I can be blamed. I ceaselessly reconstruct it all, Hoping for your return, for time to stall. But hours are irrevocably stolen, blooming days now past. Nothing is really made to last. With no escape from this insanity, it gets exhausting to fight. Silenced feelings threaten to see the light. Here I am, pretending nothing is amiss. Unfortunately, my ignorance does not include a pinch of bliss. I know I will suddenly be awakened  Large, stoned walls were cons