I had a dream last night,
you sat across from me,
at a small, nicely decorated dinner table.
We talked of nothing.
Our mouths moved,
but no words came out.
Your pale complexion brought out the spectacular color of your blue eyes,
which sparkled in the light from the chandelier above.
Your hands were warm,
and soft.
My heart began to beat again,
strong, triumphant,
like it once did before.
Suddenly, the room grew dark.
Tears streamed from your eyes as the room faded into black.
I took your hands,
and mouthed,
"I love you."
You looked into my eyes,
and smiled,
as the table began to stretch and push us both in opposite directions.
Your hands slipped out of mine,
as I watched you fade away to the dark,
as I felt my heart slowly stop.