A dream that could’ve happened

I could’ve dreamed for a better outcome

But reality brings me down

It brings me down like that third drink

On a Sunday night

 

I could’ve dreamed about you for hours,

Months           if I wanted to

 

But I would’ve done to you what I do to my cigarette stubs

And I know what this world is like

But more importantly

I know what I’m like

And I’m not that pleasant to deal with

Buried beneath the foundation of my house

Curb-stomped to nothingness

Your perfume lingers always

And I fail to capture what you smell like

But I know you’re better than lilacs in spring

 

I’m hoping you actually smell like that still

I sometimes dream of meeting you on another planet

“Let’s share oxygen together!”

And maybe a conversation or two

Could you imagine what it would be like to share a living space?

Can you break the ice?

Forever and Ever and Ever…

 

Drowning, I don’t want anything from you

Maybe I just like the thought of things

Maybe everyone just likes the thought of things

 

I don’t want anything from you

And Maybe we’re just cursed to dream

Of whatever could be

And instead we’re here

Locked in fishbowls.

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017

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7 thoughts on “A dream that could’ve happened

    1. Thank you so much, Tammy. I’ve had sometime to myself this week and I realized I’m not as idealistic as I once was, and I thought about expressing it here. I’m so happy that this longing resonated with you, I really appreciate it. 😃

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