Dreams

Dreams are finicky things.

You know what I mean.

You can feel them.

You can smell them.

You live them.

Have you ever been in a dream

So real

That you forget you can wake up

And end it anytime you want?

Most of the dreams you forget to wake up from

Are the ones you most want to wake up from!

And then are the dreams

That take you to places

You’ve never been

But always wanted to see.

Those are the best dreams.

Some dreams haunt you.

Remind you of love lost long ago —

Of someone you once loved but have tried hard to forget.

Those are the dreams I can’t understand.

You wonder if the other is dreaming of you

In-kind

Perhaps even at the same time?

But no. People move on.

Keep living their lives.

Then there is me.

Living and dreaming in the past.

Wondering why you keep haunting my dreams.