Friday, June 06, 2008

Lonely Hearts

I dreamt of you while I laid sleeping in my bed.
You stumbled into our room in the early morning hours
and walked toward the window. You moved the shades and peered outside
and I could hear your voice.
I tried to call your name. I longed to hold you.
But all my efforts were fruitless. I was stuck in place.
My voice escaped me and I had not the strength to move.
I could not even open my eyes to see that it was you.

And then I woke and you had disappeared.

I think it was the cat.