Not A Dream

When the first thought in the morning is,

"Oh damn, it wasn't a bad dream"

Then it must really be,

A nightmarish yesterday.

It all slowly comes back,

The stinging reality of how it unfolded,

And you cannot do anything but to keep yourself busy,

To move on from it,

Yet, it hurts,

Longer than it should,

Because that's how heartbreaks work,

I've learned now,

Without a timeline,

Creeping up from anywhere and everywhere,

Until it hurts you,

Until you accept the hurt,

And realize,

It wasn't really a bad dream,

That really happened.