(For National Poetry Month I write a daily stream-of-conscious poem. Spontaneous single edit – it will be ugly! Poem #28.)

i kissed you
heat slipping
from your lips
into my dreams

everything hurts
when bare reality
slips straight
into my heart

there is no point
in breathing
if i will never
feel your breaths

dreaming forever
has to be better
than waking up
all alone.