My dreams are always the strangest
when I fall asleep in unfamiliar places.
Scenes of reunions and warm embraces
of half-forgotten people with half-remembered faces.

What are you doing here?
Where have you been?
Long time, hasn't it?
What's your name again?

Everything I want to say to them -
all of the apologies gone unspoken
for every regret and past mistake,
for all the promises I've broken -
with a wink and a kiss, all is forgiven:
Water under the bridge.

As we dance through the rooms of some mystery mansion,
I feel bliss,
joy;
unrestrained jubilation.

Games are being played:
getaways and chases.
Running through crowds of people I once knew
with long-forgotten names,
and half-remembered faces.

Happy to find ourselves in this strangest of all places:
A party with the past,
but I know it won't last.
I try to tell them it's a dream,
but my words are met with laughter.
Just enjoy it, silly.
*Don't worry 'bout what comes after.