Dreams

He loved me the way nobody else did

And when he looked at me….

He felt he could do anything.

His heart was mine.

So were his thoughts.

The perverse way he’d wish to think of me lying next to him.

The way he wanted to think about me was what I’ve always thought about.

How he wished to hold me.

How life would go by slowly without me as he had looked out his window to my old home.

And he way he wrote

I love you

And there.

There was a boy I loved.

But that was just a dream.

And just knowing that you can forget all that in one hour of a second,

Reminds me.

It is a reminder that dreams are in your sleep.