I Had a Dream About You
I had a dream about you; about us. We were in love and sitting in the park, next to the lake where we used to meet and talk for hours.
In my dream, you were telling me about how much you’ve started to love painting. You joked about how you should paint a nude portrait of me. I laughed and said I just might let you. You smiled and it looked every bit as beautiful as I remember it. I never did get over your smile; it haunts me, still. Your smile could wage wars and move mountains in an instant.