Hypnotic

KASSANDRA GALANG

There’s a scene 

in my dreams 

that plays by night. 

Sometimes in color. 

Sometimes in black and white. 

I walk closer and see 

the girl lying there 

is a replica of me. 

There she lays soft and still, 

reminding me how much pain 

can be relieved 

by a bottle of pills. 

I woke with the sun’s 

gentle kiss, 

pulling me away 

from eternal bliss 

while birds whispered sweetly 

of the people I would miss. 

There’s a scene 

in my dreams 

that plays by night. 

Sometimes in color. 

Sometimes in black and white.