when I wasn’t paying attention
I closed my eyes
and allowed sleep to take me from this dream,
to another dream.
In that state, a shadow I couldn’t grasp
went on, and slipped right through me.
When I woke up,
as I was trying to put my dreams
on the keyboard,
and from the keyboard on this dream, I realised:
My fingers wasn’t writing about her, the usual her.
This time, my fingers were writing about you!
(Just like they did about her
long before my eyes gazed upon you.)
Even though you were not her;
Even though you were just you!
My fingers kept on writing
just like they did about her
the days before– the weeks before–
the months– the years before–
before a “her” like her,
was replaced by a “her” like you.