I had a dream about you recently - twice.
In the first dream, you were with me in a foreign place. It felt like we're travelling together.
But where, I couldn't figure it out.
We were walking for a long time. I had no idea where we're going.
My friend suddenly came out from no where, and I started talking to her.
"Let's catch up for a drink. It's been such as long time," she said.
I was reluctant, as I had to take care of you.
In another second, I was already sitting upstairs with my friend, chatting.
And it dawned on me - where were you?
I left my friend without saying goodbye. I dashed out to the street.
I ran everywhere frantically. I felt like I had lost you.
I was scared you'd be lost because you were sick.
I was afraid I couldn't find you.
Then, I saw someone sitting on the sidewalk, wearing a long jacket.
I ran up. It was you.
You're eating a hotdog.
"Why are you eating a hotdog outside? It was so cold," I heard my voice, speaking softly.
Your gaze was far; you didn't see me.
In the second dream, we were walking together on the street.
Suddenly it was flooding everywhere, but it wasn't raining.
Our shoes were soaked in deep water. I started to panick.
"I must get you out of here quickly or you would drown."
Then I woke up.
Why these dreams?
Why now?
Why did I dream of you?
You already passed away more than a decade ago.
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