Recollect

I had a little dream:
To hold you in my arms,
And make you laugh—
To give you the best.
But your smile was always tenuous,
Like the tired hope in my chest,
That wanted for more,
(You always wanted less).

Bated breath,
And tearful embrace.
Wound so tight,
Together, but alone.
In the weary night,
Filled, but left wanting.
As the heart drops,
Another star falls.
—and I grow tired of these telephone calls.
Should we put it on the line?
Or do nothing at all?

There’re no tender gazes or glances—
Just ill-fated romances,
Like cups of coffee, sugar, and cream:
The bitter and sweet muddled,
like a confused, recollecting dream.
We were true for a time,
But not true in due time.
The glint was gone from your eyes,
And tonight I lie in bed and cry,
And forget what you meant to me.