I saw my mom in a dream

I saw my mom in a dream,
but it was not a dream at all.
It was a shadow stitched from silence,
a nightmare draped in the shape of her.
Each step I took, she drifted further,
a ghost tethered to my heartbeat.
Her lips moved, calling my name—
“Neo,”
but the sound dissolved in the air,
vanishing before it could reach me.
The floor beneath me was water,
and the walls around me bled light.
I ran, I reached, I stumbled—
but she was always away,
always a breath ahead,
always a memory I could not touch.
And I woke,
with her echo still clinging to my chest,
a whisper I could not escape,
a dream that did not end,
a nightmare that followed me
into the quiet of my own room.
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