It Wasn't Just A Dream

I keep wondering if it was all a dream. I wonder if you were actually here. If, for under twenty four hours, you were a part of my life again and everything went back to what it was like before you left. Before you got up and moved across the world. I wonder if those hours were just a long dream I had and you were never actually here. It was just all in my head. There's an atlas on my table that's opened to the place that you now call home. It's the only proof I have that you were here. You showed me where you live and where you want to go. That's the only proof I have that you sat on my couch, we talked and talked and talked. Just like we used to. So it was all real, right? You were actually here and I was actually talking to you. We fought and bickered like always and laughed and starred, like always. So now that I'm sure you were here, there's only one question left. When will you wake up and see what's happening?