A Dream I Had Once

CHS Auditorium--on stage--in a crowd. I saw you, out of a sea of empty faces I saw your cliched face in the cliched crowd. You were trying to get to me, and I you.

Somehow, they always kept us apart, but,

suddenly:

They were gone.

I stood across that stage from you, I didn't say a word.

We met in the middle, and strolled out of the doors of the scene shop towards the parking lot.

Meaningless conversation. Holding hands. Happy.

We met your car--and it really wasn't your car, but I knew it to be your car in the dream. It looked nothing like your actual car.

Goodbye was upon us.

Temporary, yet permanently at the same time.

You were a living oxymoron.

Never quite within my grasp, but close enough to know my heart.

You touched my face, and said,

"Because I can't make you happy anymore,"

and blew away like cliched sand in a cliched wind.

I loved you then.