After the dust has cleared. All that is left is this rubble.

I had this dream.
Where you found me asleep in your bed.
And you demanded to know why I was there.
Catching you off guard.
And in tired tongue I mumbled, “Because I missed you”.
And maybe it is that tiny insignificant detail that could have saved the world.
The fact that in waking life, I would sit outside your door and wonder-
why the world had failed us both?
You never knew.
That it was killing me too.