friends forever

was it all a dream
a stupid childish dream which made my bed sheets wet
was it a sweet illusion
of us being friends
one night sharing small bed
same day sharing same smell of naive dreamlike mirrors
it was us sitting opposite each other and smiling
it was so real
naked souls proud of their nakedness
colourful threads interlacing
knitting the patterns of the words
knitting the pattern of one world
could i have ever dreamt that all
your friendship free of jealousy and betrayal
our sincere blue eye and a big cherishing smile with white teeth
you were sitting opposite me, showing yellow roses
and i thought then
only one thought
that the flowers were dead, dried out
they had no smell, and no color
only one thought has squeezed into my blowing mind
how could i have told you that?
you were so proud
you were stuck in that dusted, knitted, naive world
you were drying out with loud screams of seagulls
with sharp shut of the door
could I dream so at all?
and if you were me, would you have ever told me that?
could  you ever admit
that we are still sitting opposite each other
on the polar opposites
I gift you those patterns and pricked hands
I gift you that neatly knitted cloth
the blood will be washed out later
I promise