Wednesday, November 17, 2010

I had a dream.
I stood by a mirror.
My face took on his features.
My clothes turned into his.
My hair lightened and curled.
You stood beside me.
You smiled.
Friends reunited.

When I'm awake, you will not admit to me that it was my fault you lost him to be with me.

1 comment:

Kaleidoscope Girl said...

Haunting. 'Friends reunited.' Is such a poignant little irony.