Last Night I Dreamt of You
Last night I dreamt of you, not the usual fairy good tale that strolls into reality, bringing a smile with it or the warm feeling that describes a good dream. It was some grey-colored visions that woke me up by 4.
Last night I dreamt of you, not the fancy type I had two weeks after we met nor the one that made me call four friends in the morning seeking meanings as I blushed east to west. It was some bitter ending that left sweat streaks even on a cold night.
Last night I dreamt of you, gracing the walls of my mind like you’ve done two seasons in a row. Not the happy endings where you still laugh and say sweet nothings nor the few times you manage to whisper good lines. It was a painful realization, some type that’d make you wish sleep didn’t happen.
Last night I dreamt of you, not the same as three nights ago where you held my hands and led me home or declared some undying love in your language. No, it was you doing the unthinkable, the memory that would leave me blue sick for two mornings.
Last night I dreamt of you, not the pictures I’d choose for my soul nor the memories I’d like to remember. It wasn’t the type that bends your lips, forming July smiles. No, it was you; you said it in clear words I can’t forget, in a language I recall. It was you saying the three words that were in drought for us to another.
Last night I dreamt of you, not the way I usually do. It wasn’t the type where I remain the star of this quiet show. No, it was you choosing to dwell under another’s sky, denying me of the power even in my dreams and gracing this sleeping mind with the audacity that came with your rich laugh.
Last night I dreamt of you; it’s not the dark hour where I write on black pages nor the nights the moon sends lettered stars. No, It’s the fleeting moment; I remember you in the flesh. Your presence was seeping through the cracks of my eyes, reminding me of what’s lost in the past.