I'm Sorry

After a few moments of silence...
Gazing at her beauty...

I knew that this must be a dream.
She's dead.

But.
She's here smiling like she usually would.

Sipping the coffee she made.
It was clear that it was a dream.

It was tasteless and yet i still remember that bitter and warm coffee she made.
It was the best.

I found myself reaching out to touch her cheeks.
It turned light pink.

The warmth was missing.
As if....nothing is there.

"I'm sorry"

I hear myself whisper.
Petra shooked her head as she cupped my face in her hands.
 

As if something ripped.
I felt tears starts forming and blurring my visions.

It was unlike of me.