Dreams.
I dreamt of you last night
We were holding hands and having your favorite
cup of tea...
We were happy
Oh yes, we were.
I looked into your eyes and you looked into mine
Perfect.

But someone's voice made you look up
as it called someone's name.
No, it wasn't yours that she called,
But still you looked up...

No... that wasn't you.. she's talking to someone else...

But you did not listen to me - you walked towards
whoever-she-is and left me alone with two
half-emptied cups of tea

Then you went back like nothing happened
You held your cup - and my hand
But as you lifted your face -
different.

It wasn't you.

I saw a different face - a face that belonged to the name
I thought wasn't yours
It wasn't you.
God...

I woke up. Felt a tear. Tasted it even.

Dreams.  ¶ 8:39 PM