A Bittersweet Dream 2

Yesterday dreamt of X again.

I was at the airport with my pencil case.

Ready to go on my journey.

Then X came.

But there were no requests from X to stay back.

The last call came. We hugged. For one minute. I closed my eyes and said 'thank you'

The minute ended. X started to pull away. I didnt want to. But I had to let go.

X went off, never turned back again.

The dream ended.

I felt the black hole in my heart enlarge further.

Back to drinking.

Alcohol Land is a less bitter place than here on Earth