Last night I awoke
from a dark, dark, dream.
with a startle and a choke,
and stifling a scream.
You were there with your smile,
so captivating and kind,
but she was there too,
standing slightly behind.
Not too long ago you declared
that I should just be your friend,
You don't trust me, you said,
and that’s where we came to an end.
So here in this dream,
with this woman unknown,
you begin your relationship,
with her on your throne.
This pedestal you created
for her alone
building her up,
this girl that you own.
I’m asking you - “why?”
Why didn’t you do that for me?
All you can say is
“We weren’t meant to be”.
But here I am still,Â
unable to erase you from my mind
because you live in my house,
and no one better I’ll find.
It’s your arms, your back,
your hands and your nose,
the things that make you,
everything under your clothes.
I must forget your treasures
If I’m going to survive
but by the time I forget them,
I hope I’m not alive.
All this talk of your body,
but none of your eyes.
Those spectacular orbs
that hold every surprise.
The brown and the black
and the orange that shows
when we’re both in the sun,
and everything glows.
The one thing, however,
I think I’ll miss the most,
is the vast enchantmentÂ
of the tone that you speak.
So after this dream,
where you made another your queen,
I saw myself in a mirror
a tear stained to my cheek.
A quick rub away,
feeling faint, and feeling weak.
Down the stairs I bump into you,
asking for a hug, not expecting one to ensue,
but you oblige, concerned,
wondering if I’m okay,
I nod, and say yes,
and I hope, and I pray.
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