The dreams never stopped
But were usually always forgotten.

The worst were the wish-fulfillment dreams,
When I would wake up thinking we talked,
You never died
Or I had already finished my appointments for the day.

In reality I would wake up late
Sometime in the afternoon
Without accomplishing a thing.

Wasted potential,
Or that’s what you said to your friend
That I overheard,
It wasnt true of course
As time is spent up all the same
But I thought it was for awhile.

Some abuses were slights but
They still felt like being punched in the face.