A/N: This poemwasn't wroteabout anybody in particular.

The Dream

Last night I had a dream.

It scared me awake.

As I lay in bed, drying the tears that had formed,

I thought about the dream whose message had warned me about my worst fear.

Was it dejavoo or was it just a bad thought that never comes true?

What was the dream you ask ?

Well, it was about me, losing you.