dreams

I dreamt that you died, and
you were really nice
to me right before – which
should have been some kind of a
giveaway, shouldn’t it –
and in the dream I wanted to cry
but I couldn’t.

I kept trying to find
all my old poems about you
to show you that I loved you
but I couldn’t.

and it didn’t matter anyway because
you were already dead.

then I was playing a video game
and I thought you
would have liked it.

I guess it’s like the song says:
a long time ago
we used to be friends, but I
haven’t thought of you
lately at all.