distant

i had a dream last night. 

you were in it.

and in it, you were mine to keep. mine to lavish my affections upon. mine to show off to the world.

it felt so real. so possible.

but of course, it was just a dream. that's the thing about dreams. they always feel so real.

i'll tell you what's very real though: the dejection after the dream.

~

Copeland, Erase