last night I had a dream,
not exactly a dream,
but more of a memory

I could feel the soft sand between my toes
And the salty wind colliding with my face

The way Cecilia talked to me
Was like waves against the rocks
Or like rain in a summer day
The sun setting upon us caused me chills
I will always be floating with her in the sea

Only the gods know
How well I used to write
How well I would describe
The way she looked at me:
The same way stars shine the brightest
Before they collapse