Dream, I

I’ve been trying to forget her,
For the past eight months.
I’ve been trying to forget her,
I’ve been sent here to suffer.
To learn from Cain’s mistakes.
I’ve been sensitive enough,
To desire an end to it all.
I’ve been told life is a dream.
Say that to the children of Palestine,
I’ve cried over news of their death.
Society considers me a wreck.
I’ve been dreaming about her,
Even when she’s been far away.
Seen her at the side of the road,
Drinking beers all alone.
I walked out of a moving vehicle,
Past the lovable liar and Jonathan,
Shook hands to greet the Mormon,
And arrived at the bar, where our paths crossed.
We looked into each other’s eyes.
I walked over, an impish Frenchman arrived first.
Nothing a few words of hers could not deter.
He disappeared, we spoke. Her relationship,
With her girlfriend, was on the rocks,
Her ménage’e’troi with Edgardo,
Had predictably backfired.

If only our dreams went on,
Infinitely. If they were indications,
Of a future that exists, and emerges,
Beachfront apartments filled with
Friends and family, savouring substances.
White sands and cyan waters,
In island paradises,
Floating in bubbles.
Endless festivals,
Illuminated by fires,
A home shared between us,
With bright lights and mirrored doors.

Written by: Alan Valle

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