Friday, October 17, 2014

My Greatest Dream

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


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