Didn't think I would dream about you still
After the power went out
After your mail stopped coming to my house
Still, I dream of you
And I dream of the peeling kitchen walls too
And the seams of the drawers that came unglued
And all the things that we never had a chance to do
I dream of
And I dream of the hours I'll never get back
Trying to discern fiction from fact
Trying to seduce you and wildly succeeding
I dream of
And I dream of the memory of you leaving
And the web of lies you were weaving
And the failure by design
Of the image of you I had in my mind
And the pedestal I put you on
And all the things that I would have done
To keep you
