I dreamt about you twice this week

A hazy illusion- a dismantled memory

Of bottles across the hardwood floor, and blurting out lyrics of forgotten songs

You held my hand and I do not remember ever letting go

I dreamt about you, do not ask me why

There was a house of white floorboards and windows

Where your smile was familiar and your touch was permanent

You said hello and my heart never said goodbye

I dreamt about you before waking up

A reality welcomed me, one where you and I do not exist

We cross a line from dreams to reality

Where risk is always present and pain is inevitable

I woke up and realized that

The world is too full of 'maybe's'

Of 'what could have been's' and 'what if's'

Of dreams and memories

Meet me halfway, will you?

Then maybe, 'what could have been' would not be a 'what if'