Last Night I Dreamed
Last night I dreamed of you
With roses blooming in your eyes
I of late had often seen this
But today this image wavered, differed
Was it really just a dream – or,
Was I so desperate as to believe
That when you, dearly departed and back
Said hello to me, it would be real?
Last night I dreamed of her
With tears flowing like silver, mercury
And I know not who caused this flood
But had you did it, what would I think?
If you were really so cruel as to inflict this pain
If you after three long years acted so flippantly,
Not the sting of rejection nor kiss of death
Could keep you back
Last night I dreamed of him
With opals and sapphires fracturing
In his own ruby heart, hardened by you
Please, don’t, have mercy will you?
Don’t be the cruel god that brought you back
Look back as you exit Hades’ realm and stay, for
More so than anything I wish
For you to return from whence you came
Last night I dreamed of us
Black pen scratched out your face
Picture frame and glass shattered, thrown from
Your hands, your arms, your fingers, all vanished
And somehow through the thread of time – oddly
I started to harbor a festering hate – and for whom?
Did I dare to push these black marks on, who?
Did I dare to let this become me?
Last night I dreamed of me
Mask of pain red and raw obscuring
Something I was not familiar with just yet
A being who dared to stand here with you
A demon who dared to smile at me like nothing
Ever had happened before – did you really not recall?
How could you, how could you not be marked guilty?
I, young and scarred, understood this unfairness not
Last night I dreamed of them
Screaming, was it of terror or joy?
Was it you or me, because suddenly I saw
As you fell out of my reach
Handprints on your chest, shape and size
For me to speak of cruel – cruelty in itself
For they were mine, bitter and strong
I, marked as guilty, understood this crime now.
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Josephine Ck
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