A Dream of You

I dreamed last night that

I was in love.

You came to me,

unexpected.

Not in some form,

of perfection.

Not some idol,

of grace and charm.

You were just,

you.

I dreamed of a life when

we would hold each other for hours.

You’d bring me coffee in bed,

strong and black.

We always wanted to leave the party

at the same time.

Always knowing the other,

without a word spoken,

from me, or from

you.

And when I woke,

knowing this only as a dream,

I felt sorrow for a love,

I never had.

I felt the loss of a life,

never lived.

I felt the absence of,

you.