I had a dream about you

I dreamt about you last night. Can a dream be a lover? Is that real? I dreamt about you. Like most good nights.

You were trapped. You felt there was no way out and I came to help you. We were small. Allowing others to play with out heart and soul because now our innocence had been misshaped In some way. You put your hand on the glass. Wearing a stripey shirt. And looking flawn.

Other nights I have dreamt that we are closer, intimate even. Our life relatively in tact, changed, but somehow I know who you are. But yet we are not on the same page. Although maybe some day we could be.

You’re wearing a white singlet, our physical touch is intense, passionate and most of all it is necessary. Almost for survival. Animalistic.

Where did this come from? Since I pushed you away I have never been the same. Days go on but my love remains somehow. And something is missing in me. Maybe that’s where you were supposed to come in.

I am helpless sometimes and alone. I manage to get by and meet new people. Make connections. But there’s a puzzle piece yet to be pressed down.

I feel radiant but unprotected. One day. Maybe. When the romantic period eventuates, when I remember.