Undream

I think I loved you,
but I forget the place...

I've seen your face before. I know it wasn't in my dreams, because I could never dream you. I know it wasn't any old day, because you couldn't possibly belong anywhere else but this moment. I am seeing you for the first time, and the fifteenth time, and the last time. I feel a tear in my heart, as though something is trying to escape. I can hear myself breathing. I watch you move. I look at your lips as you say something to a friend. I am stuck. My feet are firmly planted. You see me looking. Normally I would break away. Normally I would move but instead you are moving towards me. I feel my face getting hotter. You greet me. I am replying in mechanized form, in movements I was born with. I was born for you, I feel. You take me away. You touch my skin with your lips. I am breathless for a night. I am breathless for what seems like an eternity. When I awaken you are gone. And I realize that in the moment I was seeing you, you were only looking at me.



And you were the queen
I was the king.