A huge circular square. Bustling crowds. The fading back. Submerged in the hustle and bustle of the city, the sound of your leaving footsteps
It reappeared so clearly in my dream.
Over and over again, tirelessly, echoing.
Day after day I wake up, work, go to sleep,
Repeating this dream,
Live in your echo,
Missing, coveting, and reviewing your breath,
Refuse to wake up...