TALKING THROUGH THE SCREEN

I dreamt I had a bed outside your window.
Aligned pillow to pillow.
You know,
That nostalgic colored kind of dream.
The house was a happy type of chaotic.
Pointless banter and children singing.
We'd talk through the screen when you could find the time.
You should have told me
never to wake.
I didn't know you before I fell asleep.
I never saw your face until this dream.
Perhaps one more night of my life,
You'll find your way back into my subconscious...
Please...find your way back.