Yesterday I had a dream
In the dream, I wrote a song about you
I culled the notes from your past , arranged them in the present;
folded the lilt of your voice into the time signature;
tucked my favourite memories into each trill.
i wrote you into the da capo
in the coda, we always found each other
I memorized the arrangement so I could always find you
Today at the piano I play our song
again and again and again,
In every da capo, I can no longer remember you
in every coda, I am alone;
the world is cacophonous.
If this Jungian axiom is true, that dreams are part of a collective conscious,
do you dream of me too?
Does your heart ache when you wake up without me beside you?
Diction
- coda – concluding part
- axiom – universally accepted truth
- cull – select from a large quantity; obtain from a variety of sources
- discordant -(of sounds) harsh and jarring because of a lack of harmony.
Prompt
- The Untouchable: Something that will always be out of reach- unrequited love