Wednesday, April 11, 2012

“I Dreamt of You”

I dreamt of you last night   
vivid images   
sitting across from you at a table   
your hands toying restlessly with a cup of stale coffee   
impatient for a cigarette in this smoke free room   
the scent of your perfume mingles with dust and mold   
as you laugh at my inane joke   
my attempt to tease you away from your grief   
I dreamt of you last night   
a muted mirage   
mimicking reality   
your haunted eyes deep set and dark   
desperately darting here-and-there   
avoiding my scrutiny as I peer through your façade   
sensing sorrow under your kind words   
as you offer support and comfort to me   
I dreamt of you last night 

Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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