In Dreams

I dreamt about you and

You didn’t quite look the way I remembered.

When I am sleeping, the boundaries of things I know by heart

are stretched taut

thin and blurry around the edges.

 

In dreams my memories all look different on

the surface

But deep down they are the same in the way

they feel

to me.

 

In this dream we were just taking a walk.

The city was deserted; nobody was there but

you and me.

Just an ordinary dream.

I almost wished it had been more surreal.

When I woke in my empty bed

Dust played in the bars of light filtering onto

the pillow

And the only thing I could think about

Was how much I missed

You.