By Anna L. Williams thinking of a friend
Wednesday, September 23, 1998
I wonder if what happened was purely a
dream.
When you held me close to you.
When I was alone with you.
I sometimes wonder if it was all a dream.
Was what happened so perfect that it was not
real?
The chemistry I felt between us,
The fate and hope of us,
All a reality turned into a fantasy.
In this fantasy of a dream
I sensed the potential of love and
happiness of us together.
A start of a bright new day together.
However, in reality it was too cloudy to see
the dawn.
Yet, it seemed so real to me�
I sat near telling you everything,
Wanting me to be your everything.
Is all of this lost within a dream?
Was this dreamt so long ago
That there is no hope of us being one?
Or that you have found someone?
When I feel you are the only one for me.
Or did I awake in the middle of a dream?
A vision of bliss that I wanted to continue,
But when asleep again did not continue.
Instead, only to find that I was alone in the
dark.
The answer to these questions is now clear to
me.
It was a delusion of affection I had.
It was a fantasy that only I wanted.
It was a dream of desire that never was,
and shall never be.
It was my reality turned into a fantasy.
