I’ll try to write this out best I can, But I’ve been up for a moment now. You came to me in a dream.
I had gotten off the bus, I was on my way to work. There was some adjustment to my shoe I had to make. I walked over to the sidewalk in front of some type of computer coding school and sat down and adjusted my shoe. I looked up and saw you walking towards me. I wasn’t sure at first then I knew it was you. ‘Are you following me?’ I asked. ‘Or did we really find each other?” I can’t remember what you say, but I do to the extent that you weren’t following me... and then something along the lines of your affections for me. But it’s so hard to hear you. It sounds so dreamy and far away. It sounds like your frustrated as to why it didn’t work before and we could try again. ‘Your family hates me!’ I cry. You shake your head and bring me inside your building, I guess you go to school here. Maybe I couldn’t hear you because at this point it can’t matter anymore- all I think of is my husband.
You bring me in to the lobby and we sit on the couch. I’m on the edge of the couch and I can hear you speaking behind me. Then you get up to get something. I wait but then look around and realize more students are filling the lobby and that I have only 20 mins to get to work. I look around and find you sitting on another couch looking at your phone. I don’t want to make a scene so I get up and just leave, afraid I’ll be late for work. You follow after me, I’m surprised.
You reclaim to me again... but I can never hear you, I can FEEL you. The ghost of your gentle hands along my body, the kisses at the nape of my neck. I can’t. I love you but I can’t. Suddenly I’m in the car with 2 older coworkers going to work. From here it doesn’t matter. But I wonder if that’s what you had wanted to tell me the last time I dreamt of you, when I asked ‘Is there something you want to tell me?’