I Dreamt You Were a Poem

I dreamt you were a poem,

A poem I wanted to show someone...

Show it as a trophy

An award

Praise it like

A beautiful Cadillac

An expensive diamond

A rare jewel to be found in the depths

of the Baltic Sea.

I dreamt you were a masterpiece.

Standing inside an honored exhibition.

A display sat in the center,

Presenting

your eyes

your lips

your flaws

your face

every detail of you marked on walls,

an exhibition

named after you

and praised from all.

Then I woke up,

In cold sweat

Wondering where you were

Wondering where my glorified poem has gone.

But all I could see in the place of gold

Was a dull, rigged stone sleeping

Next to me

Breathing in staggered breaths

Wishing he was next to his poem.