I, young and hopeful, dreamt you
With your neat haircut
And the laugh at the corner of your mouth.
I dreamt you calm and reserved,
Sharp and smart,
Smiling yet sad.
I also dreamt that you loved me.
Yet it took me years
Of desperate search
Among all mortals
And all fictional characters
Before I was blessed with your sight.

I dreamt you held my hand
And promised you'd come to me.
I know I waited long
Until I almost killed you.

I think I did **** you in fact
But you rised from the dead
And came out of my dream
To haunt me for real.


-- Eleanor