I had a dream.
She was shimmering,
this vision of a creature
that had just rejected me worse
than any woman I could remember
ever hurting me.

I mean, I loved her.
We’d been dating for a couple of months,
longer than anyone else had ever been with me
but she’d torn me new ones repeatedly
with her indecision and cruel choices
but all that was done.
She’d put indecision aside
and selected against me.
It was done.

In the dream she just lay there,
in the air
on a bed.
An air bed (heh)
in blue.
She was gorgeous
and I could only look up to her
wondering why this vision
would not leave me be
even though she had left me.

She just couldn’t escape my thoughts
no matter how I tried.

She didn’t cry in the dream.
She was emotionless.
She didn’t seem to notice I was there.
She simply stared ahead
above it all
literally.

It was a simple image
and it stayed with me
and that’s why I wrote what I wrote.
I thought it was self-explanatory
but maybe it wasn’t.