His hair curled around my fingers
Soft brown hooks
Catching me off guard
And reeling me in

I can’t remember the color of his eyes
Were they blue
Like the sky just before sunset bleeds?
Were they green
Like the stretches of pastures on the countryside?
Were they brown
Like the heels of my boot?

His smile is permanently
Stuck in my brain
I’ve always adored other people’s smiles
But his shined brighter
Than Orion’s Belt

His laugh still sounds
In my ears
Its like the music that erupts from
His fingertips
He was laughing at his own joke

He was only a dream
An image coughed up by my
Unforgiving subconscious
I dreamt he loved me
But it was only a false alarm