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
