mourning-after:

La dispute / You and i in unison

Often later when I’m sleeping you show up in my dreams.
Just doing simple things like buying groceries. 
And 
When I wake up I could swear you must’ve just left me.
Like you got up to make breakfast or maybe just to get dressed.
But the truth is, you were never there. You won’t ever be. 

Sometimes I think I’m not either so what do I do
When every day still seems to start and end with you?
And you won’t ever know, you won’t ever see, 
How much your ghost since then has been defining me.