Bittersweet

Each time, the dream would end with her and her smile.
And it was then that I would rouse awake
in my un et demi — my humble abode. 
Whenever that dream would come to its conclusion,
leaving me with only a dull headache, 
I was the loneliest person in the world. 
It was a bit past one o’clock in the morning 
that I woke up from that very same dream 
on my ninety-third day in Montreal.