The Dream


~ The Dream ~

I had a dream last night
we were laughing, having fun
a glimpse of what we could have had
if we had just begun

I could hear your laughter
which in truth, I hadn’t heard before
for that one day wasn’t near enough
for us truly to explore

perhaps you thought I’d be different
or I was too awkward and unsure
that what I thought we had, on paper,
was a realness that would endure

now the only realness I possess
are the ways your absence has amassed
acute silence in every corner
the first time I saw you was the last

when the levee breaks
and profound sadness spills
there is nothing I understand
the distant laughter stills

I try to hold onto your smile
but you left me nothing to redeem
it was a fleeting moment
and it was just a dream.

© Dahlia Ramone:  April 11, 2020


This was written for Blogophilia Topic: When the Levee Breaks

12 thoughts on “The Dream

  1. Expectations cannot be throttled,
    short of shutting them down.
    Once put on the flow of a pipeline,
    they will only run aground.


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