Reminder

I can’t seem to conceptualize,
each morning when I open my eyes,
what is reality or otherwise.
Seconds ago you were sitting beside me,
together watching the sun fall into the sea.
Seconds later I’m alone in my bed.
I can hardly believe that was all only in my head.

Thus, I can’t help but contemplate
if all the stuffs that they speculate
about every dream having a meaning,
therefore could my dreams be pointing
towards the existence of parallel universes?
Is there one in which we are real lovers?
Or is my dream nothing more but a painful reminder
that you and I are just not meant to be together?

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p.s I know this might be a bit boring and lacking in imageries. I guess that is what happens when the last time you wrote any poem was a year ago.