Different Dreams
I had different dreams once, but they’re still here;
They’re in the bathroom trash with the tampons and empty cigarette packs,
They’re splattered across the sink with his razor trimmings,
They lay across our bookshelves with the dust.
A hot sun goes down and the snow falls again.
Maybe new dreams settle a different scene;
A career cluttered on children’s toys,
A family smudged on an old greeting card.
Old dreams pile up, stale and in disrepair.
But there’s something else here;
It’s in the smashed Tupperware we use as dishes,
It’s there when we dance in the kitchen like cheesy TV couples,
It’s in the way he kisses like a child to make me laugh,
It’s our blanket when we love each other, in unique little ways
It’s in knowing that we’re going to fail time and again
and hate and be angry and love even more.
I had different dreams once, but they’re still here
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