Dialogue

Dreams you'll never know        
< about >      
which way my intention lies      
       
       
A brush of the hand      
       
close behind      
       
A revelation      
       
best left forgotten,      
       
A casualty      
       
of 13.      
       
       
You can't even tell where the scar used to be now.      
       
       
I still meant what I said      
Regardless of attention starved      
coulda woulda shoulda beens.      
       
       
It's such a pretty bloom,        
Forget-Me-Not      
Such inner turmoil      
As I crushed it.      
       
       
But now it's time to get going      
       
It was a nice thought      
       
< about >        
       
The final temptation      
       
Just within my reach      
       
I flatter myself      
       
That I'd still      
       
have no problem.      
       
       
Do I think it's a good idea?      
       
No.        
       
But I want it      
       
all the same      
       
< way it was. >      
       
       
Turning on the light,      
I came back down      
The blow that dealt      
My ego swelled      
Doesn't hold the same satisfaction      
       
Somehow.        
       
       
Dreams rarely come to pass,      
13      
Time to hang it up.