Messy Dreams Poem by Smoky Hoss

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.