You were there again,
walking in my dream.
You move in and out
like a song I cannot forget.
No doubt that it is you,
no one else has the
flowers of paradise
adorning the shirt you wear.
Fundamentally, I realize
you are my friend,
a very dear friend
who constantly lingers
among the thoughts and dreams
that occurs within my world.
I have not figured out
the symbolism in which you represent
in these dreams of mine.
This last dream though,
I was asked by a dorm-mate
if I was your girl.
I know I was not,
but that question lingers,
that dream remains.
Here in this dream,
you had lost friends
to an accident,
I could only by then
comfort you.
You drew further away,
promising you would be back.
Only by morning,
you were no longer there.
I left, like I always do
when I feel as if I am not wanted.
Yet still the need to know you persists,
the need to see you, touch you
even if it is only once more.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017