the story of my dream from the last night
Cruel years passing me so thoughtlessly,
while the only thing I'm thinking
is this cold and faded idea of my being
filled with yours.
Line to line, vein to vein, warmth consuming warmth.
And God knows how hard I truly tried
to kill you in my sleep.
To make your last existing molecule vanish,
to make your eyes less appealing in my head.
Last night I dreamt of your face craving my touch,
of your love being evergreen,
of your gold vision carving scars on my soul.
It's been five pointless winters since the farewell.
They pass and they pass, as if I may ever forget
what we shared, carefully locked from the world.
No one knew, but we did.
No one cared, but dear heavens, you did.
I might never truly move past the fact that you once cared.
I might never erase you looking at me so lovingly
and promising me forever.
I dreamt of you last night.
It's been the first time in a while.
Our dreams have always been mutual
and I'm left wondering...
Did you dream of me last night too?
Gaja.