Waking Haunts

I dreamt we were running

I dreamt you were there

But when I awoke

My fingers felt air

I saw walls of blue

A small wooden chair

She left to keep searching

All minds were made bare

In no small confusion

A face as though dreaming

Knelt somehow beside it

No trace of a meaning

Touched once, tracing tears

On your cheek though repressed

By windows of gray

I kissed emptiness