18/10/16 A poem of a dream
I dreamt of you last night
you wore a white skirt and blouse
and you were beautiful
like real life.
We were close and enjoying each other
the way we do.
I liked it.
We huddled together, you and I.
We walked with our bodies touching,
heads leaning toward one another.
Then we decided to do something
and you asked me to wait,
and I did,
and you walked on,
through glass doors and glass rooms,
without looking back,
and you kept walking...
and I stayed there
watching you get further and further away
knowing you would never return.