Last Night

In the dim lights of my bedroom,

The pillows soak in my tears,

Of all the years I have cried,

For the things missing,

And how things could have been,

But, last night,

For the first time,

I cried for things existing,

And how unreal it all felt,

Somehow surreal,

Somehow like a knife being stabbed in my gut,

Somehow like a hug,

Somehow like a forehead kiss,

Somehow unbelievable,

Somehow unreal.