Written by Jacob Ibrag
Had a dream last night. Still haven’t decided
whether I liked it or not because you were there.
Painted with an affectionate grin, I was reminded
of all the good we used to share. There I was, in this
dreamland holding this familiar yet foreign hand. The
stubborn rain went on, magnifying your sweet scent.
And so I pushed away, knowing it was more than I
could handle. I was an addict again, thirsty for your
fading attention. Restraining my desire, I readjusted
my eyes to the dark skies. Yet my heart kept staring
narrowly into your soul. And there you were, in a
wedding dress holding a baby. She had your
pure blonde hair, and his sly smile.