“…and the saddest day
was when I had to tell you a lie -
that I never wanted to see you again,
never wanted to hear your voice -
and you cried,
but I couldn’t tell you that it wasn’t that at all,
just that I’m not good for you.
I love you but I’m going to break your heart.”
This is you in my dreams.
It’s been six months,
and I haven’t seen you
or heard from you
and I am long past wondering
what went wrong, or
how I could have changed it.
This you in my dreams,
standing there in the middle of the aisle
under the bad light looking
at the pancake mix in your basket
is the same you
who cooked me breakfast for dinner
that night it rained,
who left the pans and plans
who pulled the table cloth from the table
when I shivered from the cold.
That you and I
lay wrapped in that table cloth
I haven’t seen this you in quite some time.
This is you in my dreams,
here to tell me that
you did it all to protect me,
to save me from your reckless heart.