Messy Dreams

I have the same dream over and over and over again and again and again. I'm left alone at the house, your house, to clean up the mess left behind. In my dream the garbage, the trash, the clutter, all left behind, is everywhere I go, waiting to be cleaned up, by me alone. Oh, my best buddy is here and there in the shadows of the background trying to console me, but the responsibility to take care of the wreckage is mine, alone. In my dream I feel your footsteps leaving, when I turn to find you, you are long gone, out of sight, moved on to a new place. In my dream I dream that you dream too. Your dream is of a perfect, pristine place without challenge, without work to be done, and when you wake, you simply leave the task of cleaning and picking up the defiled dreams for me to do. When I awake, I rise and continue to purge the mess of a broken heart while searching for MY home. The messiest part of dreams isn't cleaning up after them, It's trying to figure out why you ever had them to begin with.