A Reality of my Dreams

I had a dream about you last night

I was walking to one of my classes,

blasting the beautiful sounds of my IPod into my ears

and holding a warming thermos of coffee in my right hand.

When I turned a corner of the street I currently stood,

you were there.

You’re eyes shone a deep brown,

deeper than the browns of the amazon rainforest.

You were wearing that sky blue zip-up jacket.

You know, the one that I would always steal from you.

The one that you would always give me when I was cold.

You would always have the same pair of shoes on

and here you were yet again wearing the same pair of grey converse.

So, we bumped into each other and

you stared at me blankly as if you couldn’t believe

I was the person you bumped into

when this is my town and you live hours away from me by now.

The blank stare only lasted a couple of seconds before

You kissed me.

I was surprised that you did this,

but I didn’t question the act

and the warmth of your body filled mine.

You hands wrapped around my waist,

and I kissed you on back.

But then I woke up from this dream,

and I realized that this would never happen.

You would never kiss a horrible person like me,

and I don’t know why I am still dreaming about this.

You hate me and I should hate you right on back,

and yet

here I am lying in bed and staring at the ceiling,

tears rolling down my cheek

wishing

just wishing that this dream could be real.

I should have apologized for all I did.

I should have apologized before I left,

but I also shouldn’t be this upset that you are gone from my life.

and I don’t know which is more pathetic.

The fact that I almost believed that this dream was true,

or the fact that I ache this bad for someone who doesn’t even feel the same in return.

 

S.L.S. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"You hate me and I should hate you right on back,
and yet
here I am lying in bed and staring at the ceiling,
tears rolling down my cheek
wishing
just wishing that this dream could be real. "
Those dreams make us wish for things we do not have. I like the way you led the reader into secret thought and secret places of the heart. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote