I had a dream.
You sat next to me on a park bench.
We talked. And laughed.
I still remember your voice whispering sweet words to me in the middle of the night.
Your eyes the colour of a storm cloud.
You stopped visiting me years ago. You said you wouldn't but one day you didn't come.
And i waited. That's all i do really. When all i have, is this endless beeping.
I wish you'd be here. I'm afraid.
i have a word for you, a big word, a sad word: Goodbye.
