I Like to Think So

I Like To Think So

I had a dream last night.

A dream about a universe different to our own.

A universe in which I stayed.

Where distance did not leave us

With nothing but a public goodbye,

Bitter sweet memories, and beds too big

To be truly comfortable.

In this dream we were happy.

Walking through that train station

And a city alive with history,

Your arm about my shoulders.

You were the last thing I saw

Before sleep claimed me,

And the first thing when morning dawned

But, of course, I had to wake up eventually

And the dream faded, slipped away.

I was alone in my bed,

In a house that you have never once

Stepped inside

And a town that you have only ever

Seen photographs of.

Perhaps it hurt more, in that still

Early glow,

As I reached unconsciously for you

And was met with empty space,

Than it had done since that first day

When I reached for you

But came up blank.

Or then, perhaps nothing will ever

Hurt as it did that first day.

When the smell of you still stained me

As well as just my dreams,

And maybe dreams like this

Are windows to other universes -

Other timelines where we made other choices.

I like to think so.

I like to think there's a world out there

Where I am the girl you write songs about

Where we argue every morning

Over who makes the breakfast.

We would have worked, baby.

Or at least, I like to think so.

Author's Note

For those still haunted by loves lost in their dreams

Reviews

[Farhan Shaikh]

That is such an incredible poem, very good piece of work..well I'm not the one haunted by love but this is must read for those who are..good one well penned

[Eala Cartwright]

Thank you for your kind words, I'm glad this poem has been enjoyed and come across as I wished xx

[Farhan Shaikh]

Your welcome, looking forward to read more of yours