___ , last night I dreamed of your dream.

I saw you on a New York street. Just like it would never happen. When we hugged, I told you “I think about you every day”. “Of course” you thought. You are sick.

I went to your show and brought you flowers. Roses - why. The weight will break her. Daises would have been enough. But I couldn’t help myself.

The curtain - then there you were. In the middle - of all places. A lucid dream of white streaked/blonde hair. Floating like you belonged. No question.  

“Wow” A real celebrity. I wonder if she fixed her hip? I wonder how they covered up that tiny scar? Makeup? Or am I too far away now to see.? Wow. A real celebrity. “And I know her.”

The dressing room. Misstepped roses in hand. Just like every time - the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I had never met another human like that. I sat down. I cried.  I couldn’t help it. She did not. She looked down at it - sad.

Tonight I dreamed of your dream. Just like it would never happen.

Why not mine?