I woke up this morning from a dream about you.
You and her had been hurt badly.
It looked like she wasn't going to make it.
This wasn't the first.

I scream in my dreams about you both.
It's not that you can't hear me,
But when I yell out you are too busy.
Too ashamed of me.

I wrote you a message asking to see you both.
I was planning on it being my last goodbye.
So I waited all day until you were free.
We met eyes, and the memories we had both tried to forget became real again.

She didn't recognize me.
It had been that long.
I can't stand being so far from her,
and knowing she forgot me hurts.

Laying on your couch,
playing with the blue rubber bands she kicked around all over the floor.
My head was resting on your knee.
I tried to tickle you but almost got a black eye trying.

It was hard. Being near you.
You chose to not be near me before,
and now that we were close. . .
Silence.

"I'm getting tired, and have to put her to bed.
I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow."
I didn't mind. I knew it was uncomfortable seeing me.
With a few hours notice, I don't blame you.

That ride back, was the end.
The last time, and we knew it.
"I don't want you to walk all the way. It's dangerous at night."
I am going to miss you. I already do.

It was my eyes. I didn't want to, but they had glazed over.
The tears tried to fall, but a good reset stopped them.
"Don't do that. Please. I know."
Sorry.

"Good Luck"
With what? My life? You really want this to end?
'I don't have a chance. . but I promise I'll try.'
"Wait."

"I don't want you to get the wrong idea"
"I don't want you to get the wrong idea"
"I don't want you to get the wrong idea"
You don't want me to get the wrong idea.

Was it a farewell?
Or was it the beginning?
Was it a mistake on your part?
How should I feel about that kiss.