Tuesday, May 24, 2005 :::
Here's a crappy 1st take at a good idea:
I had a dream with you in it.
But your hair was wild & black.
A fresh tattoo sleeved your arm, shoulder, & back.
And we were close
as we walked & I draped my arm around you from behind
and we seemed to fit goether perfectly.
Your shirt was almost Tarzan-chic.
But it let your new ink breathe.
And I saw my own reflection:
blond bangs peering out from under my black & white tweed newsboy cap
that I haven't worn in a long time.
And my shirt was green.
And we took a bus to your hot rod
where you offered to drive all of my friends home.
I had a dream with you in it.
And I apologized for going through something.
But it was over and I was back.
And for the first time in years
you looked really happy to see me.
And we hugged like we used to,
when our hugs were safe and filled with love.
Unlike now.
When I hug you now it only makes me miss you more.
And we parted ways in the dream.
And I passed your house at night.
Large & white with bright blue shutters.
And you stood in the glowing light of a window
watching me pass.
And I just kept going,
only partly looking back as I crossed the Charles Bridge in Prague.
I had a dream with you in it.
I drempt I missed my chance to see you one last time.
And there was a picture of you, where you had grown a goatee, and you looked great.
Somehow I drove to North Carolina from LA
in 3 hours to get to you & I was too late.
And normally I'd analyze all this, but I think I'll just take it all at face value.
::: posted by Jen at 6:35 PM
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