Last night I dreamt
That you and I were talking.
I knew I was the only one
Who could see your smile.
I knew I looked insane.
But I was with you
And it didn't matter.
Your shirt was white
And your hair was brown.
You didn't need your glasses.
We were on a bench in the park
Enjoying the summer air.
I heard your laugh again.
I heard your voice
And touched your hand.
When I woke up,
I was sad.
Because I couldn't remember
What we said.
(April 5, 2019)
