Dream

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Dream.

It was a dream, wasn’t it?

You weren’t really here.

I thought you were telling me,

How to fix myself.

How to look better.

How dared you?

How dared I?

We needed to live our lives.

One year of bliss.

One year of worry.
One year of hell.

Three regular years.

You wanted more.

In the end, you needed more.

All you had to do was tell me.

But on a note

You bid

Farewell to our three

Normal years.

And I?

Wept. Of course.

On a note?

You left endless wondering of a mind

That needn’t to be punished like that.

Coward.

At least I always said how I felt.

I guess you were not the right person

To tell? Who was I supposed to,

Sometimes in sorrow,

Trust with the hollow of

My worried mind?

Not you. I now that now.

I wish I had then. I was always strong.

Why did you have to wait?

A string that is long due to be cut

Becomes brittle in the end.

I had the right to hear it.

Do you think I didn’t know that

You longed for someone else

In your mind?

You were unfaithful.

You didn’t have to touch.

Turns out, a broken heart

Can break even more

When hit with the right note.

©2012 Cassandra Huidobro