wrong sunday.

i don't remember the beginning. all i recall is running. searching for a familiar face -you-. i don't remember why you were gone, who took you away. doors surrounded me. doors that i barged into. i could feel the piercing eyes staring. they knew but none of them were on my side. until i find a room full of clothes. your clothes. that's when he emerged, telling me you are gone and not coming back. he would make sure of it. 

i don't remember who he was, why he took you. i don't remember asking him to bring you back. just the tears that filled my eyes to the brim. and my pleads, that he would let me take a piece of you home. 

just a shirt. he didn't seem like the kind of man who would care what a girl like me wanted. but he gave in. but when he did, i couldn't decide which shirt i wanted. because they were all you. 

and i wanted all of you.

ah, dreams. dreams that are not vague enough.