The Transition

I dreamed about you last night again. 

For what an odd place it was.

A place for transition to another location. 

Something we are both familiar of. 

A sandy, dark place with buildings made of metal 

Rooms separated by a thin, plastered wall. 

I went searching for you. 

We both knew we were near one another. 

The end was coming. 

We were about to depart soon. 

To places we never wanted to be at again. 

Tale-tell sign of how this ends. 

We weren't returning home with family and friends.