in praise of sleep
last night, i had a dream about you.
i wish i could remember my dreams, because i think this one was pretty good,
but there are only a few things i can recall.
it was sunny, and warm.
there were blades of grass dancing in the wind.
we were side by side, in that transient state between being awake and being asleep.
You were holding my hand, the same way you always did - delicately, like it was gonna break if you held on too tight,
and you were smiling, that special smile i thought was only for me.
(which was a stupid thought, really).
and then i think you spoke, but i didn't understand you. i thought
maybe
you said you loved me, but i didn't know.
either way, i responded: 'i love you, too.'
and then i closed my eyes
and woke up in my bed.
and that's when i remembered that things had changed.
summer days of us were gone,
never to return -
lost in a place i could only find in my dreams.
i wish i could remember my dreams, because i think this one was pretty good,
but there are only a few things i can recall.
it was sunny, and warm.
there were blades of grass dancing in the wind.
we were side by side, in that transient state between being awake and being asleep.
You were holding my hand, the same way you always did - delicately, like it was gonna break if you held on too tight,
and you were smiling, that special smile i thought was only for me.
(which was a stupid thought, really).
and then i think you spoke, but i didn't understand you. i thought
maybe
you said you loved me, but i didn't know.
either way, i responded: 'i love you, too.'
and then i closed my eyes
and woke up in my bed.
and that's when i remembered that things had changed.
summer days of us were gone,
never to return -
lost in a place i could only find in my dreams.