A Distant Dream

I’ll come clean.

We've met before

Once in a dream.

I looked at you

And you at me

When I looked away

You’d left the scene

What a wonder it all this seems.

Stuck holding on to silly Dreams.

While I lay here awake

I know you’re out there,

And though I don't know you anymore

I fantasize about the what ifs

And the how things were befores.

Back when I loved you and you loved me

And we dreamt our happy little Dream

So yes, I'll come clean

We've met once before.

When we closed our eyes

I dreamt of you

And you of me.

Back then

I opened my eyes

And I saw you

looking back at me.

But now,

when I open my eyes

All that I can see,

is a dream that used to be.

Billy Collins’ lectures have been instrumental in developing my poetry! I fucking love Masterclass in general!

Dayton O'Donnell