my favorite dream is that you never died at all
and we talk and laugh and live
and then I wake up
and you die all over again
other times I know I'm dreaming
and somehow you know you're in my dream
and I never want to wake up
and it doesn't matter that you died
then last night I found you in my sleep
and had to tell you
because you didn't know
that you died two and a half years ago
you were so disappointed
the news caught you so off guard
I wish I had kept it to myself
you didn't look fifty-one
then I woke up
and someone I knew was outside of my window
she was walking and talking and I knew her
and I thought
I should run out side and tell her
that I heard her
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