I left home this weekend and went away. I finally slept because I found a place that was completely dark and completely silent. And I was alone.
I dreamed of you. And it was so vivid.
I saw you with people. I talked to them and everyone warned me, “Stay away from Pete, he’s bad news.”
“Pete? His name is S….”
(What can I say, it was a dream…)
And despite all the warnings I still wanted to see you, talk to you.
Finally face to face I say, “Hello, ‘Pete.'” (Even in a dream, I cannot say your name??)
And that smile, god that brilliant, blinding, breath stealing smile…
Finally you reach out and take my hand. I could feel it. Really feel it. The feel of your skin next to mine. So very real.
And then my alarm goes off, just as you take my hand in yours.
Ah, dreams. Why can’t they ever last?
Longing for the touch of your hand.