I had a dream last night

And there you were


Mostly about you, and then

You and him

You and her

You and everybody else…

The problems weren't real

But you were unhappy:

"What can happen in the future?"

"What could have happened in the past?"

You never seemed to think though

Of living in the moment

Of living through that last dance…

I tried to understand you,

Said a few words of my own

You listened…

And I was glad.

But when tomorrow comes

All you'll do

Is repeat the same stories that you had

So what more can I say?

There's nothing left to do

But to sit here and listen

To sit here and hope

For this dream to end


How can I think that?

After all,

You called me

A friend…