Just A Simple Poet's Notebook

I just awoke from the strangest dream
it was about you and I it seems
which is odd because our friendship wasn't what it has come to be
it was what we've always hinted at it being, just you and me
there was no formality
it was you and I living in my big farm house together
all alone, we each didn't have another
as we do corrently
we lived happily
you and me
it felt as if it was real
this life we used to laugh and joke about
full of wonder and that special magic that we each make
it seemed so real even though I knew it was all fake
I guess it was that small part of us that wanted to believe
that same part that makes us carry on as we do
and that constantly draws me to you
and you to me
and makes us forget that there is a sea
and the confines of our everyday lives in reality
between the two of us
we were so happy
you living my life chaotic with me
every day and every night
ballroom dancing and black tie events
I hate them but I went just so i could look at you
and how you fill out every single dress
you were a picture of beauty
just as you are in reality
and I was more confident and sure
of myself, my place in life, and in my future
i felt so invincible with you by my side
just like you always tried
to get me to believe that I was
I know it wasn't real
I know it was a dream
I know that we are both with others
and that we are living our lives appart
but that doesn't mean there isn't a pain in each of our hearts
for what could have been
my dream spanned 7 years time
you were my companion, but not my wife
you left me because of that
saying that it was time
and that you wanted to share it all, my name, my family, my life
I was scared to take that step, maybe it was my mind letting me know
that it was all just a dream, a painted up false reality
reminding me that this wasn't our destiny
and it was just showing me a glimse of what could be
by making me scared to marry you, and it causing you to leave me
I remember your last kiss on my lips
and the last time I put my arms around your hips
the love in your accented voice and its breaking as you said good bye
I remember watching you walk out the door and drive away
with tears in your eyes, driving away from me
driving away from our dream, back to your reality
I woke up in mine alone as of I many times do
remembering I am with someone who loved me, and that its not you
wondering if we had shared this dream
and which one of us it belonged too originally
and asking myself why I had it at all
and what did it really mean
if it ment anything at all
because it was, after all, just a dream.

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