dust

i don't understand

why i'm dreaming of you.

i've never been the kind of girl

that fantasizes about the

person she loves,

that daydreams

(or nightdreams).

i know it'll never happen.

i know that.

usually i don't allow my mind

to wander this far.

i tell myself not to get my hopes up.

yet, here we are.

in the morning i'm

waking up every thirty five

minutes and coaxing my

still cloudy brain

to return to its slumber.

just a little while more.

it's as if, when

the sandman comes,

he sprinkles dust

from venus in my eyes.

i just want to lay in

your arms, and feel

your lips on my

forehead...

and in dreams, of course,

it all feels so real.

so i indulge in that

useless wishful thinking,

scolding myself

the whole time.