Last night,

I lost someone.

Not to distance.

Not to time.

Not even to goodbye.

I lost them to doubt.

And somehow,

that hurt more.

To watch someone I loved reach for another voice

while mine was still speaking.

To stand there

holding years of trust

and realize

it weighed less than a stranger’s word.

Then I woke up.

The room was quiet.

The friendship was untouched.

The loss was not real.

Yet my heart carried it

like something that had actually happened.

Funny how dreams do that.

They borrow the faces we love

and show us the fears we never say aloud.