I dreamt last night
Of many things -
Incoherent messes
Of color, sound
And imagery
- but clearest of all
I dreamt of your face
You smiled at me
And asked my name
And reenacted
How we met
You yelled at me
A callous replay
Of our last days
You made your points
And I made mine
I dreamt of you
In terms unreal
Of days we didn’t reach
I dreamt of sun
And smiling faces
Yours, most clearly
I wanted to run
To grab your cheeks
And kiss you
To fall to ground
And apologize
For all of my shortcomings
To stand up and say
That I don’t need you
And walk away
Trying to believe it
So many things
That I would do
But I all did
Was dream of you -
Your face, so clearly -
And days we didn’t reach
