The Art of the Mind
I dreammed you the other night...I always dream of you, even to this day, but this time around seemed a little different...It was about you, but yet it wasn't...We were out somewhere, a diner/resteraunt of some sort...It's kind of hazy, my memory, but it was you me and 2-3 others...They were young, like children..perhaps our children...We were smiling...For what exact reason, I don't know...but it wasn't something out in the open, like a joke or an object...It was for something else, that something that words can't really describe...We just sat there and smiled because I already knew why u were, and u knew why I was..

I dream of you often, and in those dream it's as if nothing went wrong between us...As if this were before all that...But this time, in this passed dream, it was still as if nothing went wrong and as if this diner scenario was a "would have been" experience..."The Ghost of Lovers' Future"...it was nice...You looked beautiful...

The diner shone brighter than when we arrived...I always liked how your smile could do that...I miss that smile...I miss that laughter...I miss you...Truly/Madly/Deeply, I miss you, and I suppose this dream is a testament of that...After all this time, I suppose we are a testament, too....

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