A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
I can’t keep you warm
It’s true I never loved you
and the sight of you undressed
has made a wreck of me
I’d rather have regret
than all this emptiness
About a month ago I had a dream about a friend who I hadn’t spoken too or seen for a while and in this dream they looked really worried about something. When I woke up all I could think about was whether or not he was fine and wishing I hadn’t lost my contacts so I coul send a quick text or call to make sure he was fine.
About a week and a half later while waiting for the bus I was surprise by someone covering my eyes and when I turned around to see who it was, there he was; alive and well. After our brief reunion and conversation before going our separate ways, a week later I had another dream. In this dream he was upset and in tears about something. I don’t remember what it was because the thing about dreams is you don’t always remember everything once you’re awake.
The thing I do remember vividly are his tears and the worry that came to life once again when I woke up.