For one night, I had a dream.
That I was in the reflection of two blue eyes.
That I was lying on a feathery chest
with two arms wrapped around me like a blanket.
I was able to ruffle a blonde, curly hair
and kiss those red-stained lips.
For one night, I had the most serene dream
while I was all awake with him.  

And in the morning,
only fragments of that dream
were left on a piece of paper of his goodbye.