I dreamt



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. 


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