You were my greatest dream. I chose to be
Love’s sleepwalker, and see only what kept
My hopes alive, not the dead certainty
That it would not work out. And so I slept
In the warm double bed of a sweet lie,
And I convinced myself our love was true—
That intimacy was our battle cry
And love a fête we were both party to.
If it’s one thing that I do well, it’s see
Just what I want to see. And when I woke,
I woke up broken—not by you; by me—
And looked at who I was and saw a joke.Love still may send me someone to adore.
I wouldn’t know. I don’t dream any more.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells