A ghost from the past reappeared
in my dream, last night.
He stayed with me until I was secure,
that his presence is absolute.
Then he faded away,
the same way he drifted off in reality,
and all the insecurities I locked away
screamed at my face.
My brother and Jehan were there,
one in each side,
neutralising my state.
Then a scene of a lecture hall took place,
and I was sitting right at the back with them,
and a faceless man sits right beside me,
a familiar gut feeling,
an unfamiliar touch as his legs brushes against mine;
his words were soothing,
his laugh was begging for mine to form.
He knew of the earlier incident.
He came to rescue my wrecked self.
I’ve met this guy in real life,
Who is the person my subconscious sought refugee in?
Why did I not look at his face
and ignored his presence?
Why did the fear of losing another loved one crawl onto my heart,
leaving me but sheer curiosity,
when I woke up to a pale ceiling.