[InsanityUnderHats]

A somewhat long and not-rhyming-at-all poem that I put together based on a dream I once had. ~Enjoy

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The Last Two People on Earth

Last night, you appeared in my dreams
I don’t mean to sound like you were the last thing I thought about before drifting off;
But in all honesty, you probably were.
The beginnings of a dream are never remembered, and all I can recall was that the two of us were in a cabin together.
A log cabin with a mountain view and a two-headed cat, among other oddities.
We left the cabin to walk out into the sunlight, only to find that the mountain view was naught but a poster on the windowsill.
We found ourselves in the cityscape-jungle of Vancouver, you and I, a city as barren as the moon
We were the last two people on earth, but neither of us seemed to mind
The sky trains still ran, despite having no conductors or passengers or ticket-takers.
We must’ve spent hours on that train,
Standing among the vacant seats,
Seeing who could find the most beautiful graffiti
You told me that you used to live in Vancouver, even though I know that’s not true.
When we got off the train, we were standing in a mountain valley by yet another set of train tracks
We were no longer the last two people on earth.
Your family was standing there, and while I have never met them,
They all had your eyes.
My mother was there too, telling me that we’d meet again later, but that we had to part our separate ways for now.
The goodbye was neither tear-filled nor bittersweet, as we knew that we’d see each other again.
I know not where you were taken, but I was forced to climb a steep and winding concrete staircase,
One with no rail and that I felt would collapse at any minute
My mother walked far ahead of me, telling me to catch up or else I’d miss a train
That seems to be a reoccurring theme in my dreams; I always seem to be late.
Somehow that terrifying stairwell transitioned to a crowded mall
We were most definitely not the last two people on earth
If I had to choose, I would pick the staircase over the mall any day
Colours were too bright, sounds too loud.
People say that you can’t feel pain in a dream, but I beg to differ
My mother disappeared into the sea of people and returned with a tray of rancid food.
I wanted you to be where I was
I didn’t want to be alone
I begged my mother like a small child for you to come here,
Or for me to go wherever you were.
I remember the ending of dreams about as well as the beginnings.
When I woke up, I had the last few images of the dream in my head,
A pang of loneliness in my stomach,
And a faint hope in my heart that you dreamed of my in the same way.