I had this dream...where I entered a room.

The walls' grey wings covered the room...leaving behind a
dark hue which was clearly in suffering.

The room bore a cement floor...shockingly cold to my naked feet.



Your hands were covering my eyes. (They find your taste inconceivably sweet.)
I knew it was you; your scent is too familiar...

so familiar that I've learned to associate it with mine.

I knew because of your benevolent fingers...your passionate caress.
And the way your body enclosed mine...my back sleeping in your chest.
For a moment...I was alive...

though my heart had s to p p e d b e a t i n g.

Your breath licked my ear...and I thought I was going to die.

I attempted a step forward...but you gripped me firm.
And you offered me a sweet song of love.

Then away you went...with no goodbye. No warning. Nothing.

My eyes opened...and I saw.
I saw the million and one petals covering the cold cement.

How can something so dazzling associate with the bitter?

But isn't that what it is?

What are petals...if not held by a stem?
So I bent down...and embraced each one.

I picked them up and with my tears,
glued them back onto the stem.

I tucked the flower behind my ear...in hopes that you would notice me...
remember me...and realize it was all a mistake.