"A Dream of a Past that Never Was"
I dreamt of him last night.
Again, he invaded my dreams.
Why is this person of my past
entering my most fragile of thoughts,
of moments so serene,
How does he dare?
Memories I never had before.
Places I've never been.
A kiss that never took place.
But so clearly,
I can see his face.
Why is this happening?
I'm quite happy with who I am with.
I'm quite in love.
Yet I dream of a past,
that never was.
Perhaps its just a fantasy.
Perhaps its nothing more.
My subconscious making up a longing
of a friend long gone.
Harmless, I'm sure.
Were we even really friends?
I dont really remember.
There was always an attraction of me to him,
but I'm sure the feelings were never returned.
A childhood, school girl crush,
Nothing lost, nothing earned.
But this wasn't the first time,
it happened a long time ago,
a couple times before.
Random figments of my imagination running wild,
while I sleep the night away.
Strange illusions in my head,
dreams dancing 'til light of day,
or alarm sound ringing in my ear.
Yet the memory of it stays,
when so many times I fail to dream,
or perhaps I just dont remember if I do.
I remember so little, so few.
Why do I remember him?
A simple boy of my youth,
now a simple man,
with a child that looks just like him,
with no connection, no ties to me,
except for when we were in elementary school.
© Copyright NMJ 2011
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