Pieces Of Dreams

We spent hours
    talking through the night,
kept warm from the heat of only

candlelight.

I told you deep, dark secrets
that had been bared to only a few,
    to those I felt really cared.
We closed our eyes
and took trips together
around the world ...

around the room.

Then you would get up

and go into the other room,

I guess for a glass of water.

I would worry
if you were going to come back to me
or leave by the back door.
But I'd hear your footsteps.

then see your silhouette

in the darkness,

and finally hold you once more

    in my arms

and I would sigh with relief.

But as the dawn broke

so did the magic

that held us together.

I don't know what happened

    just that I saw a change in you.

You turned cold.
You turned away from me
    and left me to pick up the pieces

of last night's dreams ...

    along.

But none of the pieces seem to fit.

Have you forgotten

    we were friends last night?

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Copyright © 2004 renewed by Jace Carlton

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Excerpt from Sounds of Darkness published by Diamond Heights Press,
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