Poems

I Dreamt of Him

I dreamt of him last night.

I think it was his final good bye.

When I heard the news I didn't cry.

When I heard the news I couldn't believe it, and I didn't even try.

I couldn't lose another.

Even if we were never that close.

I couldn't lose another I'd rather just not know.

But I dreamt of him the way he was before I never saw him again.

I dreamt of his stupid jokes.

I dreamt of the times we had.

And before I woke I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I dreamt of him last night. It surely was a ghostly sight.

It wasn't much a dream. It wasn't much what I wanted.

When I went to bed I had no intentions of being haunted.

He wasnt on my mind. But seeing him sent needles down my spine.

I woke and didn't feel alone.

I felt he was telling me its ok when people are gone.

I dreamt of him and it filled me with anger.

But when I woke he didn't feel that much a stranger.

I felt his presence.

You can call me insane.

Because I wouldn't believe me either if I said a dead boy came to me with a message from the grave.

I dreamt of him and he said to me.

The most shocking thing ive heard in all my dreams.

He smiled and told me its ok.

But when I awoke I couldnt help but to have it replay.

He wasn't there for long. A few hours at most.

But would anyone believe me if I told them the boy I barely know, I know more about his ghost?

Surely I'm crazy. Surely I'm nuts. Why would this dead aquantence apear to me when alive he barely had guts.

Ive imagined it all. I know I must've. Because so many people have left me I'm just holding onto what's left of them.

So call me loony call me what you want but I dreamt of him and I guess that's enough