you appeared
in the hazy fog
of a dream
my heart believed
the dim imagining
my mind knew better
saw clearly
we were not,
in fact,
sitting on your bed
laughing,
smiling,
catching up with
one another
this was not reality
only fabricated
figments
my subconscious
gave you a large apartment
with art
furniture
and a mess
you were in the middle of
cleaning
you goofed about
in efforts to
elicit a giggle
it worked
you plopped down
next to me
face contrite
voice earnest
and then you
said
"i suppose i owe you an apology"
even deep
in my slumbered state
i forgave you
my words
measured and
melancholic,
ruefully resigned
"oh love,
i never wanted an apology.
i wanted change."
i stood
i stooped
i gave a whisper
of a kiss
upon the top of your head
and woke up
But Otherwise Fine 