Dreaming Still
Posted by Mayank Agarwal on November 12, 2008
It was in a dream
that I first saw you.
I woke up in the morning,
and you were still asleep
inside of me.
It was in a dream
that I kept my thoughts
stuck in my back pocket,
wrapped up
to keep them from the cold
of a heedless world.
It was in a dream
that I walked alone
on a long and lonely road,
looking up at grey skies
to see your tears falling.
It was in a dream
that I first cried for you,
lost you to the indifference
of a life’s passage.
Sometimes it seems
I’m dreaming still.
