I heard about you,
In my dream.
I’m sure it was you,
I had that gut feeling.
There was a quake in my heart,
When I realise you came.
18 times in 3 seconds I felt my eyes dart,
Frustrated at her for not saying your name.
You left me a photo – it says October 2013,
Imprinted in silver, color print.
Taken in a broadcast set,
Was that where you guys met?
I smiled like a forlorn fan,
‘Cause I guessed that was when your last relationship began.
There was a lunchbox,
On the dressing table in my room.
It tasted like paradox,
Spectacular with a hint of gloom.
“Try what he made,”
Didn’t answer that I already ate.
When, why and how?
I needed conclusions.
Unloaded my curious bullets,
Like how a gunner would question.
But her eyes hinted,
That some things she wouldn’t say.
I felt my hope departed,
All I wished was for you to stay.
Now I lie wide awake penning this poem.
Reminiscing the depth of the emotion.
The tones of the dream were raw, grey and solemn,
I wonder if this could be an act of the 5th dimension.